Each One Leaves Something Different
There are those who touch your being so gently, that on the sand of your life, the only footprints to be seen are your own.
Others trample and stomp so hard, they leave crushed deep footprints, and sand strewn everywhere, and all you can do is wait helplessly for the ocean of time to come and wash them away.
Then there are those who leave a lasting print, so that when you turn around to survey your journey, there beside your own footprints are someones elses prints right alongside them.
For every mark left, your life has been touched for better or worse. I am grateful for all of them as each one brought something important. I am most grateful for the ones I can look back on and smile about, their names and faces may have long faded but not their footprints right there along side mine.