Some of the grandest lessons (Treasures) of Life are borne out of the bleakest of storms. I've never understood those who can speak glibly about such refining fires. There's nothing 'funny' (as in curious, odd) or, at the time, anything to 'be glad' about (at least... not to be TOLD such) the process. ...but sometimes crawling through several of my own, I have learned to be a little less afraid of the flames, and far more thankful for the gems that can be found waiting on the