Paris

As a high school student, I took four years of french. I was fascinated by the language, intrigued by the city, and determined to experience it for myself some day. The closest I've gotten is Montreal, Quebec, where I was the designated sign reader for my family. I wanted so badly to order a meal in french, to use what I had practiced so hard to master, and was devastated when the waitress said (in English), "What'll it be?"

I am a person who believes in signs. And so, as I watched the lovely movie "Hugo" about an orphaned boy living in the Paris train station, keeping the clocks running and working to fulfill what had been his father's dream, I was charmed all over again. I said to myself, "I'm going to live in Paris for a month one day."

Shortly after seeing Hugo, I started my radiation therapy. And there, lying on the table in the small area where I wait each day while they set up the room, there are not one but TWO magazines with stories on Paris. I read a little more in each of these every day. And I've taken this as a sign - a confirmation that indeed, I must find a way to see Paris one day.

What are you putting off? What are you dreaming of? Please don't wait until it's too late to do what you have always wanted to do!