I am 44 years old. Since 1983, lets see, I have fallen in love. I have gone on vacations. I have carried children in my body and given birth to them. I have held women's hands as they gave birth to their own children. I have watched people cry, laugh, love and be afraid. I myself have been broken hearted, more than once. Yet the joys in my life have far far outweighed those down times. I remember a day in January as a junior in High School. It had been a snow day but we all were at the High School gym at a wrestling match. I was at the time hanging around with my neighbor Greg. We would go out together to parties or just hang out on his porch and talk. That night we went to the wrestling match and were pseudo-snuggling in the bleachers with a gang of kids. I remember going out to the hallway outside the gym together and heading outside to have a smoke. (yes in those days you could smoke on school property at any age!) As we stood outside a group of girls came up to us and...