I received a letter from the Charlotte North Carolina’s Writers Club congratulating me for being the youngest entrant to their short story writing contest.  I didn’t win, but I got a letter.  My story was possibly a page long, but it involved two rivalling forces–one entirely good and the other entirely bad, and they had equal power.  As it turned out, despite their equal power the good force won simply because it was good.  How little did I know about life…