As cliche as it sounds, life is a roller coaster. There are the great times, the times when miracles blossom out of the air and land on our palms. Those times when every scent is pleasant, when every voice is sweet, and not even the rain can muck our day. Then there are the times when the ground gives way beneath our feet, when we fall so fast our reflexes don’t register we’re no longer standing, when we suddenly realize there’s blood spilling over the ground. Those are the times we turn from heaven, when the sound of robins is obnoxious, and when the rain makes us scream and cry. Then there are other times when we don’t know whether to be happy or sad, when the greatest adventures of our lives intermingle with the utmost pain. Those are the times when your head is too cluttered, when every move is confusing, when “The Cat In The Hat” becomes unintelligible to your weary eyes. Those are the times when you sleep for as long and as often as you can. Yet, at the end of times, at the end of the day, we must always remember to pray, to love, and to keep at heart the times of blossoming miracles.