I had dinner with an amazingly strong lady last night who's younger brother died in Auschwitz at the age of 19. I listened quietly, ate my matzo ball soup, and watched as the tears welled up in her eyes {but never spilled over.} Hearing such a personal and painful story from someone so tiny and fragile made every stress and worry disappear in my mind for those few minutes. I am reminded that the little things that worry us, are just that-little. The big things in life- the people that influence us, how much we enjoy each moment (even the painful ones,) and the strength we give to the memories of people who aren't with us anymore, are the things that we should be focusing that "worry" energy on. I am so humbled by that sweet lady, and I will continue to think of her beloved little brother who didn't get the chance to live a full life. The good news? Maybe his story will inspire us to not take anything or anyone for granted, to appreciate and soak up each moment as it passes, and to just let the little worries go. Since this was a little on the sad side, and because no post is complete without a photo, here is one that makes me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside.