A little over a week ago I sat at my home office desk and wrote a letter, with tears in my eyes, to my family. It was to be my final thoughts, hopes, and dreams for them. I left it in my desk drawer to be found in case I never returned home from the longest trip I’ve ever taken. Not sure if you’ve had those sobering reality-check thoughts and fears in anticipation of your travels, but they go through my mind on occasion. This time it was due to my first trip to Malaysia, flights over oceans, in countries I’d yet to travel. Obviously I’m now home, having traveled in air some 60 hours, only to spend a quick 48 hours on the ground in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia itself, a roundtrip to crush all others and my mettle for airline survival from Saturday to Wednesday.  Wow.  Crazy. Why would I share such an intimate detail into my psyche with you?  My deepest fears, concerns, and worries which we all want no one to think we ever have? Because writing this letter to my family was a time for reflection and I had but one testament for them, and