I remember asking my grandpa, Chris Murley that when I was a small fry. His answer was “Larry, why are you in a hurry?” I was quick to respond. I wanted to be able to do the things big people did. He asked me, “Like what, for instance?” I thought about it, and said, “Well, like eat whatever I want to eat, and stay up as late as I want to stay up and go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to.” He smiled, a kinda grampa-like smile. You see, he knew. Growing up is something that takes some people a lifetime to do, and others don’t quite make it in a life time. And then there are those who seem to be born grown up. My personal growing up came in spurts, and they weren’t the ideal spurts. There were moments of reality that responded to stimuli that sometimes directed my path down rocky hillsides, across rickety bridges, and through swampy forests. Those places sometimes presented untold dangers, most of which I managed to avoid, possibly because I descended down through an Irish heritage. Ha ha. Yeah, the luck of the Irish. But all those paths were not bad. Some left beautiful memories and served to motivate me to be a good person, especially as I became older. Yes, I grew up. Growing up is a rather ambiguous descripted phrase. It is used to describe a process that your elders meant for what might happen to you as you grew taller and stronger. I grew taller and stronger physically, but not always in intelligence and emotional maturity. Our environment has much to do with how we learn as we journey through our mortal existence, and we sometimes drift into stormy seas on that journey. We don’t always realize the course we plot and set on the map for our voyage, that they might lead us to those fitful seas, or into those summer storms that might wreck us. So where do we find the wit and resourcefulness to steer out of the huge wave, and find calm seas? Where does the intelligence come from that will allow you to escape from a cage, where hostile forces