"Jen better that than getting a hellfire missile in your front door." I said."Wow you have really pissed some serious people off this time haven't you...?" she said."I'm not sure but potentially yes." I replied."Okay, but if you let anything happen to you, I'm going to kill you," Jen said more seriously than I would have liked." Not to worry Jenny Mae, I plan to live a very long time." I replied."I do believe that is everyone's plan. We just cant all manage it." Jen said. "Call me before you come. . " Sarah was going to tell me what to do. There was no hinting. No sneaky suggestions. "You don't have to listen... " Sarah was going to tell me what to do, but she was leaving it up to me to decide if I wanted to listen. " ... tell you to do... " Someone was going to tell me what to do.It took a minute for the answer to resolve itself, but in the end there was really no question. By the time the shorts hit the floor, Betty had determined to do whatever Sarah required of her.Then Sarah had. Our desire for one more breath, one more sunrise, one more beat of our heart, provides us with a natural aversion to pain Our ancestors needed the fear of pain to continue living. Our ‘fight or flight’ response is there for one reason, to keep us breathing. When, over the next ridge, you may find a pride of saber tooth tigers that you will have to battle with your bare hands, or a bear sleeping in what just this morning was your home, having a healthy fear of the world around you helped to. “I fixed your computer,” George announced as he handed me back my laptop. “I cleaned up some files, got rid of some of your temp files and ran a virus scan,” George said. “You should be good to go.” “Good to go?” I thought to myself. “Good to go? That’s it?” George looked at me as I stood there with my laptop in my hand. “Is there anything else?” he asked. I was so disappointed. “No,” I said. I thanked George for fixing my computer issues. I started to walk away, when George whispered, “You.