How do you catch your breath when life has suckerpunched you in the gut? One day you cruised along business as usual and the next day you are struck in nutual griped by uncertainty. For me every morning I had that momment when you fall flat on your face. At first your stunded and if you knocked the wind out of yourself next your scared. If you have ever done it you know what I am talking about. That desprate panic in an atempt to catch your next breath.