From the highest peak, I pause my journey to gaze at what lies ahead - searching for a glimpse of the great prize that my heart seeks with such great intensity - and hope. A glimmer of intense brightness momentarily catches my eye; could this be the prize? Am I finally close enough to see it? My heart sinks with the realization that this glimmer lies behind me and not in the direction of my journey. Turning to look more closely at the source of the light, I notice that it is not alone. All along the road which I have traveled for so long I can see points of light, some flickering a gentle light and others flash an intense brilliance matched only by the sun itself. Slowly, I begin to realize that I have found my prize. For the lights which I now find are the hearts and lives of the many other travelers with whom I have shared the road and shared stories of the road - those whom I have touched, and those who have touched me. Though our journeys may have paralleled only for a short time, the sharing of the road makes the journey worth the effort. The prize becomes more valuable each day of the journey. The prize lies in the memories of shared experiences, the enjoyment of being on the road, the thrill of sharing in the exploration of unknown mysteries that lie just over the next hill, around the next turn. I found the prize - I knew it was there.