A little perspective-- I was talking with a friend of mine this morning who happens to be a Hospice Care Nurse. A few weeks ago she was sent to the home of someone dying from brain cancer. This someone is a 7 year old little girl. Her dad is a single father, mom walked out when she was very small, before she had been diagnosed with cancer. This morning while being helped to the bathroom the little girl collapsed, now paralyzed. She is in extreme pain despite heavy doses of morphine. She likely won't make it through the week. This daddy is about to lose his only child. He's not going to have another Christmas, birthday, another anything. I know this is not the usual type of thread posted in here. I know it's more than a bit depressing. However, through all of our whining over trivial matters--bad day at work/school, this person is being mean to me, someone ate my cocoa puffs--, this just sort of made me stop and think about how pathetic all of that complaining really is. I guess my point is, suck it up and move on. There are worse things you could have happening to you.