In my early 20s I saw some quilts and just thought they were beautiful. I bought some books on quilting, not how tos, but the history and was very overwhelmed. This was 1988ish. I didn't know anyone who quilted and was afraid to start. Then on 9/9/2001 a friend died after a long battle with breast cancer. Her memorial was 9/13/01 two days after 9/11. They had quilts that she had made there and fellow quilters spoke with regards to her and her quilting. At that point I decided that life was to short. that I had to do what my heart wanted and signed up for my first quilting class shortly after that. I don't make many quilts but each one is a labor of love. Each one, whether kept or given away has a place in my heart which is sent throughout the universe with it.