The ceiling fans whirred in an almost silent motion. Never stopping, never slowing, silently spinning through life. That was how she felt at this moment. Like she was spinning, and couldn’t stop, get off the never ceasing spin of life. It was just too much! How was she supposed to handle everything that was going on? It was imposible, of this she was certain. And yet, somewhere deep inside her there was a glimmer of peace, a shine of hope.