There are a few moments (a very few) in life that God gives you, when everything in life is good. It is a rarity and we must always be on the lookout for these moments so that they do not pass us by. I was sitting on the train this morning reflecting on the Weekend of Miracles (as it will forever be referred). I was able to arrange a flight down south to visit my family. I had sworn off the sardine like metal coffin we car airplanes after travailing for 25 hours from Hong Kong (and not being able to sleep the whole way) but apparently I had not had enough. When I got out of customs I was greeted by six of my favorite people in the whole world. My cousin, her blessed angels for children, my aunt, and my mother. I was so excited when I saw the blond enthusiastic face of the oldest child that my heart nearly stopped when I saw her sister and brother next. I could have been happy then but there was more to come. After they left my mother let me drive us both home (it felt good to drive Ame...