Most mornings I greet the day by taking a two-mile run/walk (mostly walk) around the quiet parks and streets of my neighborhood.  I covet this time.  If I rise early enough I can trek without the barking of dogs or the roar of lawn mowers.  I can contemplate my day or meditate without distraction.  I become focused; more balanced.  Serenity and calm take over the anxieties created from a hectic life pace. Picture if you will, a morning sky filled with white puffy clouds, an air temperature of 68 degrees Fahrenheit and a dazzling but lazy sun just peeking up from the horizon.  The song of robins and cardinals singing in the light breezed filled air.  Perfection, until horror strikes and yanks me from…