A friend, Nick Ruest, recently tweeted the text in the headline above, and it reminded me of this story. Many moons ago, I worked for the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons, as their Placement Service Coordinator. Details on that job aren’t important, but suffice to say I had to deal with the mail room staff regularly. And let me tell you, those guys were impressive. Completely unflappable, in the face of spittle-flying anger. We got to hang out a bit at a conference, and I took the chance to compliment them on their ability to deal with heated situations, and they both laughed and laughed, and said, “oh, man, you know, your disaster isn’t my disaster. Your fire isn’t my fire.” And, that, to me, is exactly right. Just laugh. Not your fire.