Life is like a white sheet of paper and a black magic marker. At birth we are given a clean sheet of white paper and a black magic marker. Every experience makes a mark on our paper. Some are good, some are bad but they are all there. They can't be erased but in time they can fade. They can be drawn over or reinforced sometimes depending upon how good or bad they are. My white paper is written on but not yet full. How about yours?