“If you are too hard with your life,” the monk had said, “you won’t see that your life is falling apart.” Then the monk had placed a rock into Justin’s palm. “Twist it, turn it around. Look at that rock,” the monk had said. “That is pain in your life. Now squeeze it.” The more tightly Justin had squeezed, the more it had hurt. “The same with your life as with your pain,” the monk had said. “Treat both gently.”