Life is a series of fractures.  I don’t just say this because I’ve been known by the somewhat offensive, but warmly meant, nickname of “Gimpy”—after I fell down two flights of cement stairs and busted myself up thoroughly on the first day of class—or because I’ve been known as “accident prone” since I was twelve, injuring myself so often that when I moved back from the East Coast I donated five pairs of crutches meant to be used in different types of weather.  I say this, because, in my experience, it is the truth.  Whether those fractures be emotional or physical, there will come a time when something will damage…