It occured to me in perhaps a morbid, but insightful way, that my gravestone should have but two words incribed; "Crisis Averted." 
My life started just before the end of WWII; in February of 1945... Such a long time ago, but moist fodder for some wonderful tales, lessons, and surprises. I was born with the kind of memory that seems to hold onto obscure details; names, visions, places, some in black and white, and some if muted colors..