Beats being a nervous wreck.

I know people that are nervous wrecks. Have been. For pretty much their entire lives. They'll have miniature nervous breakdowns on an almost daily basis for lengthy periods of time. But they still survive. Because nervousness and stress has become a part of their lives. It's become routine. Seems natural. Like living with a perpetual headache. One hardly notices it any more. I grew up in a household that lived under stress. But I didn't know it at the time. Didn't recognize it until I moved away and went to college. Entered a new less stressful environment. Actually, a calm and relaxed environs. It was a new experience. Delightful. And that's how I learned to live. Took me a while, too, before I learned the rudiments of love. Maybe I was 30. And I've come a long way since then. Because I have experienced love. Genuine love. Now I can't live without it. Makes for a good life. Sure beats being a nervous wreck. --Jim Broede