It’s the big and little things getting us every day: Murder, robbery, corruption. An insane president with an ingrown toenail for a brain. Termites on steroids overrunning the streets. Cancer, the Middle East crisis, high gas prices, and expired drivers licenses. Guns, drugs, hanging ropes. Suicides affecting so many more than just the person pulling the trigger or swallowing the pills. Open graves looking like open invitations to get some sleep. Taxes, terrorism. Flat tires, busted shoe laces. Mattresses like cinderblocks, black cats continually crossing our paths. So many things broken: broken hearts, broken marriages, broken mirrors, broken treaties. The front porch light is out. No hall light, bedroom light, or streetlights. Ah, but wait…there’s still some hope for our inner light.