During my recent travels, I stumbled upon this lovely tree. I looked all around this grand life form. Upon careful examination, I noticed something interesting. Names of other vistors had been carved into this lovely tree. People, like Bubba, made their mark and let all who pass by know they were here. That simple jesture made me ponder on a bigger question. What have I done to leave my mark? In my family, community, church, in the world? What will I be remember for?