“Roth stared down at the table. He’d had a normal upbringing – two parents, no suicides, no murders, not even a single wayward touch from a priest in his parish. And yet he still found plenty of to complain about. What was wring with him? Just as people had a bad habit of dismissing others’ problems and tragedies, so too did they have a bad habit of not appreciating what they have. Or had.”
