“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” – Friedrich Nietzsche  Over a year and a half ago, I laid my first wife to rest. I never thought I’d be referring to her that way. I thought of her as my wife, and that’s all. During that time, I also endured a health challenge. On the scale of what my wife went through, it was minor but during the time (especially before I found out what it was) it felt pretty serious. I still had customers who were waiting for their work. All this put pressure on me.  In the midst of this, I found a person who had sat in back of me in church for several years, but who I could not have picked out if I saw her walking on the sidewalk. Somehow we encountered one another and gradually started talking and spending time together. We fell in like and then in love and were married earlier this year. She helped me to deal with the health issue, and some very gracious clients have simply waited for me to get my processes back up and going (to the point where one of these processes is brand new to me and involved buying equipment and taking more time). The whole thing has made me appreciate my life and (now extended) family more.  This didn’t kill me. It made me stronger.