The nuns at St. Joseph’s Hospital taught me when I was a kid. We watched soap-operas together and teaching gave them a reason to linger beside my bed. In 1988 when I gave up smoking I picked up a hook and kept my hands busy during the times I really wanted to leave the house to do harm to someone. Now, I pick up the hook to challenge myself. Did you know it is really hard to worry when you are busy counting stitches?