I am a believer in Karma. Perpetually mindful of my actions, and knowing that life's moments (if we are truly aware) are reminding us that we have a shared existence. Not sure what, or how, this dose of awesomeness came into my life, but it did. Generally, I can safely say that life is far cry from being harsh beyond the typical first world issues we all experience. So I am grateful for basically a rather solid life and experiences as of late. Then, at Rush this past weekend, it was Karma to the power of eleven. A man came up to our nose bleed section 324 and handed out tickets to section EEE (floor). Umm, yah, that happened.