Our journeys do not run parallel. We do not face the same hards, nor confront them at the same time. Envision hiking a path through soft meadows where birdsong swirls around us, butterflies dance from flower to stem, and the sweet smell of sun-warmed grass carries us along. Soon our journey wanders into wooded forest where deep shade cools our skin, the tops of pines whisper in the breeze as we inhale an earthy scent. Green moss clings to rocks...