My wonderful Mom died 42 years ago this year. She was a mere 56. What did it?Smoking and Stress. The high screaming stress of non-stop work. Don't ever surf that monster wave, friends, without a sane bit of healthy R&R! Don't let the Machine chew you up & spit you out too.So... January, 1981, then.There I was, wiped out, washed-up and bereft of my traditional comforter. I was lost. I was a chain-smoking nut, even. I only wanted to scream, but dared not.So I read the original Dark Night of the Soul, by a late-Renaissance mystic, and THEN, I felt my primal scream echoed... and answered. Eureka. The Path had again opened up in my soul.I found my way in life. And whaddaya think I did next?You got it!I read Therese of Lisieux. Who revealed the start of a New Dawn of Love in my freeze-dried PTSD-laden heart. Wow. Words escaped me. My wife caught the bug, and read it too. And that gorgeous spring we planked down the downpayment on our own new house. Never mind that the interest rates back then were in the mid-teens. We were in love and we were happy. Our careers were about to take off.Newlyweds, we didn't mind going for the long, grinding haul. Life was good again. And soon we'll celebrate our 44th wedding anniversary - in that same (old) house.You may not know this, but our wonderful guide, Therese, has ways to make Roses fall upon you from Heaven...Just like she did for us that year!READ this and see if they don't.If not - you may need Heavenly Help. Don't be afraid to ASK for it!For otherwise, whaddaya got? You've got only the hard, bitter life of the workaday world -And the Game never EndsWhen your Whole World dependsOn the Turn of a Friendly Card.