Last night we all turned the clock back one hour and there are moments when we wish we could turn the clock back many years. There comes with age some realizations that things have really changed. For example I can’t hit the fastball anymore and my golf drive gets shorter every year. My once swift walking gait is slower and the senior moments occur more frequently. However, what has not changed is my passion for a society that is just and fair for all. My voice and heart are still passionate about social issues, and the plight of the marginalized. So in retrospect turning back the clock may be a wistful dream, abut as long as my will to be a bleeding heart goes on life is still worthwhile.