And so are you. If I had a gift, it would be peace making. Not always. But so many times ill be sitting listening to someone ranting and screaming and ignoring all of it and just gently saying, yeah, but don’t you do love him? What is the right thing to do? Like I could be in Vietnam on the ground, quietly convincing people to stop shooting each other, bullets flying, mortars exploding, saying, come on guys, were in the mud, but don’t you like that feeling of it between your toes? And showing them pictures of each others families and their kids riding bikes. This is a lot of my life. It’s why I burst out in laughter all the time. It’s just so absurd. We are all absurd and crazy.