There are moments in all of our lives when we need to lift our heads up, look around and decide to stop the world as we know it and breath. When is the last time you took a half hour to go to your favorite spot to watch the sun set. Better yet, when is the last time you went looking for a new place to add to your lists of quiet moments.

Does anyone know the answer to this old saw? Is it really true what you've seen in a hundred old westerns, where a parched cowboy lives to fight another day by drinking from a cactus? Can you really cut one open and drink its juice to stay alive if you're lost in the desert and out of water? I've heard that the juice--if there is any--is too viscous to quench a thirst.