Sometimes I just wonder at life. Why does life have to be so mean sometimes? Why do people hurt each other so often and many times it’s done among people who are supposed to love each other first and most. So, before, I’ve written about the Pace of Life… the ebb and flo if you will. Why do people have to be so harsh and other times also so carefree? It’s almost laughable that I can count on both hands the times an offense has been committed in this household in the last 48 hours. I have some answers here, just wait for it! I know life is hard. I fell into a coma when I was 10 years old and I slept for 6 days. Doctors said I was dead as a door nail. My parents never gave up hope. Then I recovered fully. When I was 15 I got lost and disoriented and dehydrated all in one night at a rock concert. Doctors today say I had a mental breakdown. It is the key to my ever...