I can't beleive I'm here to tell the tale, this was my first brush with death, and God must have been looking after us and obviously, it wasn't our time.

Brokenness is the operative issue of our time - broken souls, broken hearts, broken places.

I kept thinking I was always going to meet the right man, but I never did. Kept waiting for this knight in shining armour. 'When's he coming? He's taking a long time, isn't he?'

Our time on Earth is so random.

The disquieting news of Danny Villanueva's death brought back memories of our time together at KNBC in the early 1970s.

Let this be our time in history so that someday we can tell our children and grandchildren that we were there, that we changed the course of history for the better.