I came from a family of news junkies. I was reading the local suburban weekly at age 6 and the Detroit paper by age 7 or 8. In the early-mid 80s I remember watching the news before school and hearing about one Soviet leader after another dying, wondering if the next one would be the one to blow us up.Is it youth or is it age and experience? I know when I was young I knew almost nothing of what was going on around the world and not sure I particularly cared either. Now I lay in bed unable to sleep, despairing at all that's going on, to ourselves, each other, our planet, our existence. I try to hold on to hope as without it, it's all over. Not sure I'm a believer but of late I've found myself praying on more than one occasion.