Choices, Choices, Choices

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

and looked down one as far as I could

to where it bent in the undergrowth;...
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less travelled by,

and that has made all the difference." I love thoses passages from the Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken. I don't know what Robert Frost had on his mind that day, but I suspect it had something to do with choices or decisions we make when we come to a crossroads. Tune in as we talk about what happens when we come to a crossroads. Meet me at the crossroads.