The days were clicking passed and the pressure was on. I had to come up with a canned good the following Monday, the last day of the drive. Unfortunately for me, I knew how bare the cupboard at home was. My chances for cake were running slim.

Life doesn’t come with a Command Z. For years I wished it did, longing for that same sense of instant relief and second chances. And now, nearly 40 years later, I think I’ve found the closest thing to it in real life.

"Always enough rocks, not always enough pockets for rocks."

Where to start? You just have to take the first step.