The first thing that I noticed was that my daughter Amber’s car was not in its normal place next to mine in the garage.  A fear gripped my gut. You see, my daughter Amber was severely, severely bipolar.  For the past 8 years she had lived in and out of mental institutions.  During that time, she had attempted to kill herself on at least 30 different occasions.  We had been blessed by God time after time to be able to narrowly save her life. But this morning I felt the panic rising in my throat.