2010 has not been an easy year for America. Congress charged another trillion or so on the national credit card, but one out of 10 of us was still out of work. When the Democrats took a shellacking at the polls, we were left wondering whether the Republicans will govern any better. A 19-year-old allegedly wanted to blow up Portland, Ore. — perhaps our most tolerant city. The war in Afghanistan took a turn for the worse, and we learned that the Iranians have a far more sophisticated nuclear program than we thought. North Korea, already in the nuclear club, shelled its neighbor — our ally — to the south, and the world got a little hotter, drier, more crowded and more dangerous. Short of Armageddon, things couldn't get much worse.
So I did something out of the ordinary. I dug an old stethoscope out of my dresser drawer, sat down on the edge of the bed and placed it over my heart. There it was. Something ancient and primordial living inside of me. Choosing life.
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