I have little axiom that I have attempted to live by in the past several years: Not an unkind word to any man except in a just admonition. I have come to believe in life, that we all have some sort of cross to bear, whether it be sickness or disability, a personal matter, physical unattractiveness, perhaps a parental problem, or even a difficult marriage. And I further believe that time heals almost everything either by our becoming accustomed to the disability or personal problem, or by our determining in the final analysis that perhaps we, ourselves, are to blame.