By Gregory Possman
I never danced my passion like Zorba on the beach in Crete.
I never sat in the pilot’s seat and pulled the lever, as the helicopter lifted into the air.
I never made love to two women at once.
I never shot an arrow through the heart of a stag and watched the life leave its eyes as I blessed its soul.
I made love.
I made money.
I made children.
I made promises.
Did I make a difference?