I definately think my name impacted my personality. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up in between two brothers. A little toughy:) Toughness and perseverence carried over into adulthood. During the Boston Marathon, last April I had a broken elbow acquired admidst a ski accident. Surgery on my elbow was preformed 5 days prior to the Boston’s infamous race. Stupid, stubborn and in grief, I was running, honoring my dad’s memory, Laurence. I completed the race on a cold rainy day with a broken elbow. My spirit was not broken and my body persevered. My dad’s legacy endures in the names, faces and bright memorys engraved on the hearts of his children and grandchildren. Life is so much more than a name, but names mean so much in life.