I recently watched a lecture delivered to a group of hospice workers that was being delivered by a retired teacher who was dealing with terminal cancer. He opened his talk with a quote: “I can complain that the rose bush has thorns, or I can be grateful that the thorn bush has flowers.” It’s a profound statement on its own, but given that it was shared by a gentleman who was living out his last days, dealing with chemotherapy, in failing health, and witnessing his family and friends mourning his impending death; the quote is noticeably weightier. The speaker went on to explain that the best pa...