Looking Back. . . October 06, 1998 - - - I recall this day, broken hearted and torn, it was a beautiful day: a beaming sun, clear blue skies, fresh moist air - - what more could we possibly ask for? (Only God knew what he had in store for us.) The day went on as every other day: wake up, go to school, then come home; except this day was different, it has changed my life forever. When I got home from school, everything seemed strange. My father told me to pack some clothes because I was going to be flying to Maui. I wondered why because I had just came back from Maui over that weekend. "Ross got into an accident," my Dad told me as he shed tears. I didn't really