My dad once asked me to solve a riddle on the drive home from school.

“If you were a mother of two, and you could only bring home one loaf of bread every night, how would you split it?” he asked.

“DUH! In two!” I responded, eager to show him how selfless I would be.

He stuck his finger up off the steering wheel in his tell-tale way.

“Wrong?” I asked.

“Wrong! If you split it in two, you won’t be able to eat, and you will starve to death!” he explained.

“And there won’t be anyone left to bring my kids any bread at all!” I realized in awe.

You cannot pour from an empty cup.

That’s all I have to share today.

And remember… we design our own luck!

M.