TWO ROADS

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler. long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

My life is ever changing. Graduation just happened.

My whole life I have always pictured it going in this order: high school, start college, mission, marriage.

There never was an end in sight, well I guess there was but now my endings are different than the fairy tales life I dreamed myself to have.

The mission came to an end (physically).... sadly I knew that was inevitable but it has forever lived within me.

Fate brought me to this point of becoming an teacher in Professional Technical Education.

Based on certain circumstances I was led towards this road.... a road I am so glad I am traveling down. I feel that my possibilities are endless now.