Who the heck plays hockey?

Okay so I went to a minor league hockey game with my family over the weekend and I have a couple of questions... What kind of person plays a game where you are intentionally slammed into the wall, have a small black object hit at you going over 90 miles an hour, and where the refs stand back and let another player kick your ass... So again I ask... What kind of PERSON plays hockey?

The response I have gotten so far is: Canadians. :-)

How happy a place can heaven be?

I was sitting there listening to a country song today and I started to really think about heaven and what it is really like. No I have not read the book of revelations in the book but I have a ton of questions that I am not sure are answered even in the "holy" book. Questions like:

When one goes to heaven, do you remember your life on Earth, because if you do woudln't you be sad that you left so many behind.

When you go to heaven, in what form is it? Most likely it is our soul, our spirit... but then how do we recognize those we so anxiously go to heaven to see, and if they don't remember their lives on earth how would they remember us. And to me it is a very sad thought that we will not remember those on earth that we leave behind in order to be happy. Then I wonder how old are we in heaven. Do we go to heaben with all our experiences and knowledge that we gathered on earth? If so then can we ever be really happy in heaven, because there will be regret and sorry attached to so many times in our lives.

I really wonder if there is emotion in heaven, because it seems impossible to me to be happy without those that we love.

Can a heart truly ache or break?

Do you ever catch your breath and feel a throbbing pain in your chest when you get in a fight or feel all alone and remember when things were simple and easy? When do you feel alone? I was told not to allow my life to be consumed by some guy... And I would say by all accounts I am not. I go out, I dance, I smile, I have fun... But there are those moments of utter and profound sadness that I feel and I can't shake. Those moments when I want someone to call, someone to take me in their arms and tell me everything will be okay. Someone who doesn't want me to figure out my life right now. Someone who wants me to be happy. My sister is fearless when it comes to going out into the world. She thinks it is so easy, but she won't ever go alone. She never has. Her whole life she has only ever gone somewhere with someone she knows. This goes back to the making memories thing. I want someone to make memories with. I don't have anyone anymore or I need to accept that I will make my memories alone, that adventure for me must always be alone, and that tears will continue to fall until I accept that... Not as something I am doomed to, but as the way my life is supposed to be. The funny thing is I wouldn't mind that if I knew what I was to do with my life academically, professionally, physically. If I had a purpose, something else I could concentrate my entire being into, I know I would be okay, but I don't. It used to be school. It has now become short spurts of parties, work, and trying to forget when I was happy. I guess I would rather be just regular all the time, because once you get a hint of happiness you want only that, and then even when things aren't bad they feel devastating. It is all dependent on your point of reference. I need to become really sad, hit bottom, then come back up and I will be content again, not happy but content, and then maybe I should stay there instead of throwing the world out of balance by trying to find happiness.