Did you ever fall on the playground as a kid? I know I did. Most days when I fell I would quickly get back up, dust myself off and go about my business. Then there were the bad days. I would fall and stay there. I remember thinking that staying on the ground was just easier. If I never got up I would never fall again. I would sit there lost in thought about how not getting up was easier and that the idea of sitting during recess was better than falling again. "At least I didn't get hurt this time. If I get up I could fall again and break my leg, or bust my head open or even die!" (Yes, at times I was THAT kid). Then I would hear, " Are you okay?!?" Ah! Here comes someone to save the day. They would reach out their hand, help me back up and keep holding on until they knew I was stable on my own two feet. Once stable I would realize that staying on the ground was overrated. It was much better to take the chance that I would fall again. As an adult I have falle...