Every day of this life is an adventure in some way, shape or form. We never know what each new day will bring, where life's path will lead us, or when, ultimately, we will reach our final trailhead. We need to be reminded occasionally of how precious life is and how important it is to live it, really live it.

I got one of those reminders yesterday...

For two Portland area men, Larry Roukey and Chris Gelineau, their paths took them to Iraq last year, in the service of our country. Larry to Baghdad, Chris to Mosul. Tragically, both men were killed just a few days apart in late April.

I didn't know Larry, but I knew of him through his wife Ryann, who I had worked with on Commute Another Way Day. I didn't know Chris personally, either, but rather through his wife Lavinia, who worked for me as a USM intern.

From all that I do know, both were fine men. Giving, caring, loving, happy men. They sacrificed their lives so that others might live free. So that we, ultimately, might live free. I am so very thankful for their service. My heart goes out to their families. It is almost a year since their passing, but I suspect the pain of their loss has diminished little.

These thoughts hit home pretty hard last evening, when I stopped in to the Portland Post Office on Forest Ave. to mail a letter and buy some stamps. As I was leaving, a display in the main lobby caught my eye. I took a closer look and found it was a beautiful tribute to Larry Roukey, who was a postal employee.

I read through it and learned much about this man's life. And their was much to know of his 33 short years. Hard worker, loving father, good friend, Red Sox fan. He had hoped to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail one day.

It was all very moving, and it shook me up good. I am so sad for their loss, so very proud of their service. Take a moment and read it the next time you're in the PO. It will change you.

Thank you Larry and Chris, and the many others...