"Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realise that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul." = Aleksandr I Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956 What happens when serious stuff goes wrong in our lives? Do we just fold-in? Curse the dark? Fight but lose strength/ Lose hope? Draw on a well of deep sustaining...