A small child from my distant past standing with feet parted and bathing cap twisted nervously in hand telling grownups that I had found a ring while swimming. I was given 5 cents to go get an icecream. No one cared about my find. I liked the ring. It was white, and big, and sparkled when the light hit it. I put it away for a long, long time. When I grew up and left home the ring went with me. I still have the ring. It is a diamond, and it is worth a lot of money.
So I think about NOT. They just keep giving us that 5 cents for the icecream. But, it is really a diamond. We need to stop fretting and do what I did as a child. Put it away for another day.
vermillion.