Rocks are dependable. They are solid, strong, unbreakable. They don’t surprise you, or disappoint you, they are just there. There are lots of people who might be described by using those same words. But in the case of this particular rock, and many people, we are just looking at the surface and making assumptions about the core. Were I to drop this particular rock it would fracture into pieces, a lot like I was feeling I might do not too long ago. Careful hands have reassembled this rock, and in much the same way I am somehow feeling pieced back together after my visit home. We are both still fragile, but then aren’t we all?