'I had a terrible day'- we say it all the time. A fight with the boss, a stomach flu, traffic- that's what we describe as terrible, when nothing terrible is happening. These are the things we beg for- a root canal, an I.R.S.audit, coffee spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen we start begging to the God we don't believe in to bring back the little horrors and take away this. It seems quaint now doesn't it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it have helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known those were the best moments of our life?