Surely, this too shall pass

Sometimes life throws more curve balls than one anticipates. Things seem to be sailing along well, and the little chinks in the pavement seem to be on the verge of sealing to a smooth finish. Then, from out of what one thought was a clear blue sky comes the curve ball. Plummeting towards you, as you stand helpless (or is it hapless) on the plate, bat in hand. "Think fast" someone screams to you, "Watch out" from another.

You swerve, your body resembling a scene from a Ang Lee martial arts flick. Time seems to slow to a snail's pace, but the ball still hurtles in, it's trajectory placing it on a collision course that will surely hurt like a mutha.

Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, wait for the umpire to call it, then start all over again.

"Batter Up"