I think it's funny how you can know a person for so long, it may be a few years, it may be all your life, and yet they know nothing about you, and you know nothing about them. Some encounters are more meaningful than others. Some people leave a mark for life, while others just disappear into a stream of memories. During the summer of 2011, I was forced into a car with a woman I secretly despised for 336 hours, approximately 14 days. A woman whom I'd known for sixteen years yet didn't know a single thing about me nor I about her. She went by the name of Heather Monroe, but I like to call her Mom. "For every negative action, there is a positive reaction."