"Life is short… and it doesn’t matter how good your grades are — or how many hours you put in at the soup kitchen… you’re not safe. Bad things happen. Things you can’t control. Things that have nothing to do with you. And they will destroy you if you let them. Or you can try to learn from them… so that next time, you’ll be prepared. So that — even if you never feel safe again — you can do your best to make sure that what happened to you never happens to anyone else.
And if you’re very lucky… you won’t have to do it alone.”
A few years back, one of my dad’s friends kindly donated a big bag of used tennis balls for Barney to play with. When I tipped the whole lot out for him in the front garden, his eyes nearly popped out of his head in excitement.
I’ve rarely seen him soooo happy as when he was rolling around on the grass with his very own flock of tennis balls - although I thinking keeping an eye on them all preventing any from potential escapees from rolling off under the bushes boggled his obsessive collie brain a bit!