Elon Musk isn't my personal Savior. My Aunt Kay has earned that worthy honor. Sister Kathleen is my aunt, inspiration, hero and . . . . ticket to heaven. (As long as I keep trying my best, I'm hoping it'll be nothing more than a close call. I'd hate to have her "play every card" to get me there.) I don't doubt that she can pull it off, but, with her guidance, I'm praying that she doesn't have to perform a miracle. Sister Kathleen also doesn't think she's anything special, but the entire Universes knows (and believes) otherwise. God Bless Aunt Kay.