On June 3rd 2020 I received a gentle reminder that my life clock was inching towards midnight.. My outdoor thermometer delivered the news through its digital display. It informed me that it was 65 degree outside and that I had just turned 65 years old. This seemingly innocuous  coincidence brought  a smile to my face and a chuckle to my heart. Turning 65 is, in it self, a big deal, a reminder that there may not be many more numbers left to count. This had me thinking about life, death and the passage of time.  My thoughts landed at the feet of George Floyd, who through no fault of his own, was allowed to die in the streets at the hands of a system that violated a sacred oath to serve and preserve. Some day we all will die and we may not have the choice of when and where, however to have that life destroyed by the action of failure, is indeed the tragedy.