You’re in this stadium, looking gorgeous in Carolina blue, because you’ve survived years of torment as well as triumph, of panic in addition to celebration, of knotted stomachs and racing hearts and fingernails bitten to the quick. Several years ago, a colleague of mine, John Leland, published a beautiful book about his time with people over 80-years old and what he’d observed about those who thrived. As John wrote: “Take the blue pill and you’re bemoaning life without the sharp memory or the job that once made you special; take the red pill and you’re giving thanks for a life that still includes people you love.