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Here he is. The man who inspired me to live today and tell the people I love how much they mean to me. He's accomplished more in his lifetime than you and I could dream of... so far. He doesn't do anything quietly or cautiously. He does it in CAPS. There has to be more for him. There has to be more for me, and for all of us. Get busy folks. Do a few card tricks. Amaze the people who know you best. Catch some crazy fish in Russia or South Africa. Collect fine wines. Cherish some singular, inspired artistic pieces. Love the second love of your life with all your might. Savor memories and dream a new dream. That's what Bill is doing. If he can do it, I can.

I opened my personal email account the other day thinking I would rapid-fire delete some news updates, ads, and frivolous forwards, and then move on with the important events of my day. I was wrong — seriously wrong. Staring at the screen, eyes blinking, tears streaming, the lump in my throat grew so big I thought I was going to choke. The message in front of me was both direct and profound: "Today, by the grace of God, is 90 days sober." As I read it, a thousand pictures flashed through my mind. From a distance I have watched him wander on this long, silent, solitary journey. How long has it been? Months? Years? More than I know is all I know. I’ve watched him win, and stumble, and struggle, and win again. I’ve counted the hours on his long dark nights. I’ve imagined the excruciating images and memories he has tried to snuff out. And I’ve wondered how many mornings he woke up feeling like a hopeless failure. He’s not. Especially not this morning. Not even slight...