I can relate. I'm happy to have today's Tuesday Truth provided by Diane Christiansen: When I was younger, I knew what I wanted out of life: four kids, a dog, and possibly the gift of sleeping in every other Saturday morning. Well, I got the dog and one great boy, my son, Jackie. I’m still waiting for the sleep. One of my strongest memories early on is sitting at the park with my son as he played in the sandbox. He had to be five or six. The neighborhood park was his favorite haunt back then. I could hear a siren coming from a mile away and I reacted immediately, jumping from the bench, racing to the sandbox where he stood with a shovel gripped in his fist, pain and confusion in those blue eyes. As the fire truck raced by, he lost it. He was running and screaming and flapping his arms, trampling over the other two boys standing by the slide in the wood chips. The other mothers looked at me and I could read it all over their faces. How could I possib