A few years ago when my grandfather passed away, I wrote about how he pushed himself and those around him to a more passionate life. A life filled with possibilies you didn't think were possible and the fierce determination that you already have everything it takes to make your dreams come true, you just have to work at it. As our family dried our tears and began the task of clearing out the material things that made this man so unique to so many, I came across a small box in his personal office that was nondescript as anything on the oustide, but beautiful to those who knew him on the inside. Inside this old file box was stuffed full of quotes, jokes, life lessons, random musings and all the inspirational words that made this man who he was to other. Filed away, tucked on a shelf. As someone who keeps notebook after notebook full of sayings and pictures and words that seem to mean nothing to anyone but me, this little nondescript box was like finding a connection to someone who meant so much to me. This year for Christmas, my grandmother gave me the box as a gift. And now it sits on my desk, next to the trinkets that sat on his and reminds me that he left these important life lessons, historically catologed next to dirty jokes and old bits of speeches.