I had just got up, taken a shower and towel dry only to find a minute ant on my leg. How did it get to this spot and how did it survive the morning ritual? For one drop of water or towel hit should have spelled it’s demise but somehow it survived. How did it even get to this part of my body in the 1st place? I might be overthinking this part of my life or maybe this is something that points to a larger picture for us all. For what if it’s a message from our G-D that if this ant could survive such conditions then maybe we all should have a bit more faith on our journey’s wherever they might suddenly take us. We may never know the answer to either one of the questions but can we ask how?