I guess I've had some bad karma owing to me because it's been a crazy last week. I've been helping my sister move which has involved carrying dozens of heavy pieces of furniture down three flights of stairs (no elevator!). A couple of days ago my windscreen was smashed in an unfortunate event which I care not to relive. So, there I was, feeling sore and sorry for myself when I recieved a piece of news that put everything else into perspective. My cousin's five year old son has been diagnosed with cancer. The family has joined together and formed an amazing support group. I went to see this little man yesterday and watching him as he bravely put up being tested, poked and prodded made me realize that everything I complain about in the course of my day is really just a load of crap. What the hell is a broken windscreen? I'm putting this word out because I need as many people as possible sending love and positive thoughts in the direction of this brave little boy. Please take half a second to send some love to him and his family who are struggling through one of the most awful situations I can imagine. It all counts. Thank you!