One day we will all meet in heaven. But in the meantime we can try to find each other on earth. Knowing me can be like digging for buried treasure on the beach. You desperately pull at the sand with your fingers. Something tells you there issomething valuable there. As you quickly spread the sand apart you feel something inside. You pull out a old, weather beaten treasure chest. It feels warm and you know there must be something valuable inside. Underneath the chest you find a key. You take the key and jiggle it into the lock. You just know that putting this key inside will give you what you have always been seeking. I will leave it at that. . . .