Yesterday as I wrote the lines "death does not discriminate," I realized the same could be said about life. My friend told me all about the trials she's facing as we walked yesterday and my heart ached for her and her family. I couldn't help but think of how we all get our fair share of hard times. In fact, it led to me marveling at what I'm now calling the equality of life. We all have lessons we need to learn and life so generously supplies our instruction. None of us are spared. We each face hard times, disappointments, sickness, trials, tribulations, and death. We all get our fair share of troubles. The refrain, "Life isn't fair!" isn't a fair statement. Life is perfectly fair. We all are born. We all die. And somewhere between our beginning and our end, we all receive our fair share of heartache and joy! I don't see life as hard. I choose instead to see the meaning. As my friend recounted her travails and wondered what others would ...