Regarding the handling of losses, there is a great difference between God and us. Personally, my heart breaks whenever I see on TV the anguished faces of those struck suddenly by natural calamities, or fire. Perhaps clenching a few pictures in their...
When I lived in New York, about halfway between my home and my work there is a beautiful stretch of road called State Route 293. It is not very long, but it gently rises, falls and bends through the hills and lakes in the back training areas of the...
The thought of losing something rattles us. In our search for lost keys, purses, wallets, or other objects—panic sets in. For in our world of time, precious time ticks away as we strive for unification with that which has been “lost.” In my...
