Three paths converged in the woods. My Past. My Present. My Future. The Past, in its desire to protect me, wanted to be loudest. It wanted control. It wanted command over my present. And it wanted to dictate the direction of my future. For most of my life, the Past has won. Its treacherous course and deep, dark turns warning me of an uncertain future and a present that must be overly protected at all costs. The Past, you see, was n...