I often picture Life as a game of bowling in progress. We are the pins, and Destiny is the one who has his chubby fingers firmly stuck inside the bowling ball. He straightens his stance and goes for it. The force with which the pins are struck makes a thundering sound. It's a strike! We are gutted, but Life gets a few extra points. I see in the next lane a lone survivor, trying to fight the odds. A nod of respect goes toward him. I whisper, "you hang in there". This all seems like a silly game once you put things in perspective. We can always settle things once and for all over a friendly match. However, this time, we ought to be given a fighting chance.