I remember well, when I was 16 or so, thinking, with this tremendous dramatic flair that I had then, that I wouldn't live until I was 30. Not, necessarily, because I couldn't imagine 30, which I couldn't at the time. But also because I imagined myself as unable to deal with the realities of life because I was too sensitive and kind to withstand the onslaught. So, now I guess I'm wondering, with all the issues that we all have and all the furies that happen to us, as kids and as adults, don't we, amazingly, learn to adapt and learn to live, and love and...live? It's all amazing to me. And I'm grateful for it.