Whenever I feel like I'm not centered in peace, I pray. I acknowledge the perfect peace all around me. I confirm the peace of the world, and my part in it. I utilize my chaplain training, and "see" peace everywhere.

It's Friday again, and I know I can't hold off any longer. Everyone is gone; there is no one stopping me. I hesitantly draw the blinds and pull out the plastic box with everything I need inside, ready and waiting. Reluctantly I sit down and spread its contents on the table in front of me -- the bottle containing the powdery chunk and the bottle of diluting solution, the vial access pin, the hollow syringe and its pointy needle, a gauze pad, an alcohol swab and a square Band-Aid.