I have regrets. I wish that I would have communicated with my brother more during his last years of struggling with Parkinson’s disease. I regret that I didn’t visit my step father more frequently after my mother died. I procrastinated too long and too often and now it is too late. So today, I am listening to the wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson who says, “You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”