Last Saturday in my GRANDmother’s birth month, where special things seem to always happen. I had a full circle, alignment day, and aha moment. Visiting a farm tasked with Orchard maintenance for peach trees, which I had no clue about, until I asked what type of trees we were going to be working on. I ended my fulfilling day driving down a road called Coloma in Sacramento County. I obviously didn’t see and wasn’t paying any attention to the name of the road, until I was leaving. Then it all just started to hit. Yes, I’m right where I am supposed to be. Some things are just meant. I mean hey 24 is my day/birth-date. My family farmed, packed, and delivered fruit. From Coloma, CA to Placerville including other surrounding areas. With a host of other meaningful responsibilities and jobs. Proud would be an understatement!