The only thing we know is that we don’t know. We don’t know people’s hearts. We don’t know their potential. And we don’t know what they might do. Every time I think I have someone figured out, they surprise me. Sometimes this is bad news. The person that I think could never fail, fails. The confidant who I think could never betray, betrays. The friend who I think will always be there, isn’t there. I knowContinue Reading…