By Lynne Cory
What if when my life is over, I watch myself as well as everyone else who was with me (good or bad) come out on the stage and bow to the audience? What if my life has been one movie in a series of on-going shows? What if we are all actors playing a part, learning as we go? What if in my last play I was a wealthy tyrant and this time I play a humble candle-maker? What if no one ever says boo?