Once my priorities of noteworthy centered around success and making money. Till the Grim Reaper, that sneaky shadowy creeper, surrounded my heart with a cancerous tumor.
For nearly a year he tried to drag me through Death's door, across a needle strewn floor, but I resisted his persistence. Finally, the Grim Reaper disappeared but not before saying, "Be rest assured, someday I will return."
Forever after my priorities have changed. Money has become nothing more than an annoying necessity. Success is defined by treating others as I would me.