WE ARE ALL FAMILIAR WITH THE SCENE FROM THE MOVIE “A Few Good Men” where Jack Nicholson, on the witness stand, bellows at Tom Cruise: “You can’t handle the truth.” That always reminds me of the famous Three Monkeys: See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. Each of the monkeys in the set covers the appropriate body part: eyes, ears, or mouth. Years ago, I began a Three Monkey collection, now numbering a couple of dozen. The concept has always struck me as an apt metaphor to describe many people who, either because of ultra-sensitivity or personal history or some other reason, prefer to avoid facts. Sometimes it’s easier to just look the other way rather than contend with reality. “Don’t tell me; I don’t want to know.” I’ve often wondered if these people have a little secret compartment in the back of their head where the truth hides and occasionally, on a bad night, seeps out. Instead of “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus” this poor sap hears “Santa Claus is a fraud, Joey, and not only that, so is the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman.” Reality does have a cruel side occasionally. Everyone deals with it in their own unique way. The problem of closing your eyes to it, of course, is that when it arrives at your own doorstep, things can go south awfully quickly. It reminds me of the time I took the family to a place where they had rides, including a rather scary looking roller coaster. One of my daughters begged me to take her on it, so we got in line. She just barely made the height requirement, and I maneuvered us into the front car. I must have been out of my mind. Off it went, gaining speed, and when it topped the first ascent and I looked down, I thought I was about to die. She was scared too. Hang on, I yelled, and close your eyes if you’re scared. Whether she followed my suggestion I couldn’t tell… my eyes were shut as tight as I could get them.