I'm thankful to help a suffering brother, Ted. I was born to a pair of very incompatible immigrant parents. I grew up with six siblings in an atmosphere of relentless quarrelling. We walked miles to school in those days regardless of the sometimes below zero temperatures only to be taught by a frightening teacher who might or might not strap someone during the course of the day. I lost my father to suicide at age 19 and with less than a high school diploma due to a learning disability I took general carpentry apprenticeship as my career choice. I worked outdoors at my trade for 20 years often suffering from back pain due to a fall during childhood. I married twice, both marriages ending in divorce. A choice both restless, unfaithful wives eventually regretted. I lost children in both breakups save for visitation rights. At age 62 I had a stroke resulting in the permanent loss of left peripheral vision and my drivers license. So I bicycle to get around now. In September of 2020 my son died of heart failure at age 33 due to steroid use. A lesser man by now would have committed suicide. By lesser man I mean someone without Faith. But I know all of this and too much more to mention was put on my path in this lifetime to test me. I never lost my Faith, Ted. And you mustn't either. Each of us has a Guardian Angel, sometimes called a Holy Spirit. An agent provided by Our Great God Himself to guide us through this trying life. During times of trouble we must not hesitate to pray to our Holy Spirit Companion. Our Comforter as Jesus refers to this genderless but loving, conscious Spirit. Kindest best wishes to you. ~garry