The world has a way of giving us callouses. Stress and frustration are all around us, scraping against our daily lives, weakening our guard and wearing us down.
My daughter had four flower girls at her wedding, the youngest of which was 2 1/2 year-old Mary who walked closely beside her six-year-old sister, Evelyn.
Looking back on the early days following my wrist surgery, I vividly remember the first time I arrived at the orthopedic department of my clinic. As the elevator doors opened, I stepped into a lobby packed with people