I don't like hockey.  That's okay.  There is a lot that I like and a lot that I don't like.  And I do like those that like hockey (Porter family mostly and Richard), but I don't like hockey.  The reason I bring it up is that my thought is about hockey.  It came to  me last night as I reviewed my day and helped me complete an idea that needed completion.  I remembered some vague idea about an 'assist' in hockey that I adapted to me.  And this morning to assure accuracy I checked it out and found that my memory is correct.  Contrary to basketball where one assist can be awarded on a score, in hockey two assists can be awarded on a goal.  One is a primary assist and the other is a secondary assist, both players being recognized for their part in a goal scored.  I relate that to my life.  I now see me in a new perspective thanks to hockey.  I have often felt that I just don't get many 'primary assists', but 'secondary assists' seem a good description of my days. Take yesterday for an example.  I give my wife Sheila a 'primary assist' in her service to the Rosbach family (Shelli and Phil will have to be the ones to tell you about that) and I just stayed home all by myself.  But if I didn't do what I do she couldn't have done what she did.  So I give myself a 'secondary assist'.  And that is not a bad thing.  In fact, even if everything I do is 'secondary' that's okay.  (I figure there's got to be a 'primary' one in there somewhere, sometime, but if not; I am still part of the team!)