Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from a place we might otherwise go. It also tears us from things that cannot be torn , so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.
— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
Happiness like food, can be shared. But our joy multiplies in each person we share with unlike food.
Do not cross the blue line