The gods have been handing me some pretty rotten lemons lately, and try as I might to hang in there and make lemonade, all I really want to do is pour myself a huge stiff drink. And then another one. And another one.
The following was sent to me by a friend who is obviously trying to tell me something.
A young lady confidently walked around the room while leading and explaining stress management to an audience; with a raised glass of water,...

