When I was 6 years old, I was prancing around in bare feet in my cousinís bedroom. A pin in the floorboards pricked
my second toe. I quickly pulled the pin out and kept on dancing. That night I had trouble sleeping because my toe was throbbing.
I couldnít get over how one tiny stab to one little toe had the power to keep my whole, much bigger body awake. It didnít
Iím reminded of a saying: Itís easier to sit on a mountain than on a tack. Itís the little things in life that will get you.