For many years, whenever someone I loved was struggling or caught in conflict, my first instinct was to help. I wanted to explain, guide, correct, and make things better. It came from love. I wanted those I cared about to be happy. I wanted them to avoid pain and suffering.

The day started out just fine, by our standards, that is. And then the "thing" happens!! 🔥 Which has us asking this all too familiar question. Have you ever had a perfectly good morning ruined by one small thing?