A few years ago, I was having a bad day. Nothing could have been worse.
I was at work, cutting meat in a grocery store, and I looked down an aisle.
There was a young girl, maybe 12 or 14. Doing ballerina twirls down the aisle. No music, no audience. Just dancing.
What made this special to me is this girl was bald from chemotherapy.
Her struggles far trumped whatever I had going on. So much that I can't remember what my issues where, but I clearly remember her's.
Yet she danced on.