I hate roller coasters. Literally and figuratively. I liked them as a kid but the older I got, the less I needed or wanted thrills followed by deep plummeting falls. But as even and calm as I like to be inwardly, life does throw those roller coastery things in. I still don’t know how to handle them. I don’t know many people who do really. Here’s what I know… that if I have to be on that ride, I don’t want to be on it alone. And I want to be sitting next to someone I trust. I want to hold that person’s hand even if it means squeezing really hard sometimes. I want to be able to bury my head in that person’s shoulder and feel safe. And I might even want to scream now and again when I have no words. And when the roller coaster is over, you know what I’m thinking is there? That’s right. Snowcones. And solid ground.