The above headline is the title of a blog entry that caught my attention on a website I hadn’t visited for quite some time. It’s written by a woman named Mary Beth Bonacci. I’ll let her be my “guest blogger” this week. There’s no way I could improve on the point she makes. She writes: When we were teenagers, my brother used to say “Be nice to me. I’m dying.” I’d ask him of what he was dying, and he’d say “I don’t know yet. But I’m dying.” Indeed, we all are.