Dear JD Journal, I just figured out that life really is a journey. Lame, right? - but yesterday was the best day ever! I realized how far I have come, and how far I have to go. As far back as I can remember, I have always loved sports, especially basketball. It’s just me and Pops now, since Mom died when I was eleven. Six years have passed and I hate that my memories of her are fading. She was so beautiful, with an easy smile and a kind heart. She was always ready with a proverb or clever phrase. Sometimes her voice still echoes in my mind: “Jerome, the longest journey begins with a single step, so get moving-but remember to thank those who helped get you there.” I listen to more soothing words: “Son, help others, not just yourself -that’s why God put you on this earth.” A passage written in diary format should be written in which point of view?