I look around and the world feels like it is falling apart. There is evil every where. Paris is broken. Isis is powerful. There are refugees that no one knows what to do with. There is hate and racism and deep-seated distrust in our country. And that is just the world out there. At home it is my cousin's cancer. And the broken seatbelt in the back seat. Sales numbers that need to double and only nine selling days left. There are exhausted outbursts at the end of the school day. And home work that feels too hard. A toddler who won't give up her bottle. And a cavity in my back molar that irritates the corner of my brain more than my jaw. And if I can't do anything about the small things close to home, how can I even hope at having an impact on the world out side my front door? I drive down the highway flipping between bitter debate and saccharin music. So the radio goes off leaving me with my own thoughts. And my father's voice plays over and over shuffling between two th