Dear reader. Right now a lamb that we had raised by hand is sick and about to be put down. His name was Herby. In this moment of sorrow, i would like to say something. The path we walk is the path of life. When we come to a fork we hope to make the right choice. When we get to the end we die. That end is our destiny. sometimes our path ends abruptly, like Herbys. But other times, we can see it coming from far away.