A friend gave me a little box of candies last week and as I sat eating them, they seemed to be never ending.  It was like those circus Volkswagens with 20 clowns stuffed into it.  I’d look and it seemed there was only 1 or 2 left, but 1 and 2 bites later, I still had more in the box.  My life is like that, I thought.  It seems as though someone is always handing me a gift and when I think it can’t get any better, I discover more gifts, right in front of me.