I suppose "believe" is the operative word here. We do not dissolve in our baths. The great winds come yet we are still standing. Reversals of fortune suggest that we grow more frugal, more cautious, but never hopeless. Perhaps the opposite. I have never accepted the notion that we are tested. Life comes along wearing its ordinary-life resoled shoes and frequently washed, possibly hand-me-down unassuming and faded uniform and delivers messages good, bad and indifferent. To each of us. We are free to choose the next step. Recall all the times goodness of a most unlikely nature sat itself down on your front step, more astonished than even you, beholding its presence. Messages and their carriers are dispatched, who knows from where, and suddenly what couldn't possible be, is. Today might be the day to run through the streets, calling "Thank you" to the animate and the inanimate. Both will understand.