 As I was listening to today's story, my mind went way back to when I was just a little kid. I remember lying in my bed and thinking I heard somebody breathing under my bed. I lay there shaking and hardly able to breathe. I thought, sure, whatever it was was going to get me. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I slowly raised up in my bed and listened more carefully. The breathing was coming from my very loud breathing dad in the next room. I had nothing to be afraid of at all.