I used to pray for my own pair of wings. Then one day I woke up to discover beautiful wings attached to my shoulders. I could not wait to fly through the sky with the birds. I got out of bed and immediately crashed to the floor. The wings were made of iron. I asked God why and a voice from above said, "Eddie, learn to be a little more specific." For the first time I understood the meaning of the phrase, the devil is in the details.