I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

What exactly is a sign? As I walked back to my car after school, I thought again of sure death. Then, looking forward, the person in front of me wore a sweat shirt. In small letters it read “The Future is Grand.” He then covered those words with a backpack and walked in a different direction. A sign? I wait for more signs, but that is the surest I have seen.

Hold on a second…You were just saying that you felt death touch you on your shoulder and were wondering if that might be a sign, but today you saw a slogan on a sweat shirt and are feeling that for sure that’s a sign. Hey, whatever works for you, buddy.