I rear-ended someone the other day. The front of my car is messed up (minor damage) to the point of embarrassing. And I think, how much more can I take? How much can I endure before I simply fall to the ground, defeated? Sometimes I do feel like Job, a test to make sure I can withstand everything. But then I see that I still have my health, my looks, some of my family, and there is growth. I have new friends, and some old. I have a place to stay and eat, so I can't pretend that life is a disaster. It just feels that way sometimes.