On my ninth birthday, my parents asked me if I wanted a chocolate cake or a yellow cake. I couldn’t make up my mind, so finally my mom got frustrated and told me that if I didn’t pick, I wouldn’t have any cake at all for my birthday. So I said either one was fine but I would prefer a yellow cake. So my mom and dad went out to the bakery to pick up a cake, and they got chocolate instead of yellow. And then, when they were coming home, a drunk driver blindsided them and flipped their car over onto the front lawn, where it burned with them inside.

I hope this puts things in perspective.