No matter how brilliant you were the night before, how many keys to cities you got, you go the next morning, and you take class, and you start over and you do exactly what the babies do. To me it’s very humbling and it puts things in a great perspective. You go back, and you start out exactly like the first-year students do. Then, of course, your class changes and you build, but I think it is a wonderful paradox. It brings you back to your roots. You always have a fresh departure point. You weren’t staying in a situation that had already occurred, you were starting a new life every morning when you went class. That’s very invigorating and sobering. You can allow it to teach you, or you can let it threaten you. Different people handle it in different ways. I decided that I would let what happened to me teach me, instead of traumatize me.