guns

my brother was a gun addict...in 1986...he shot a duck...went into the water to get it...and drowned...my father was a gun addict...just over a year ago...tired of his struggle with cancer...he shot himself in the face in the wonderful company of his wife...(if i had been there...i would have been killed too)...anyway...here is my point...everything that gives us comfort...is not always good for us...and everything that makes us uncomfortable...is not always bad for us...look around...see the light...dont define yourself by what you feel...live love...things will appear differently...luv stu