Marine - sorry to hear of your friend's daughter. The only good that can come out of such tragedies is that they can serve as a reminder to all of us of how precious and fragile life is. When I have a rough day in early recovery and I start to feel sorry for myself, I frequently find myself thinking of a close friend that cancer took from us a year ago. No matter how difficult things get, I'm still here and I still have today and tomorrow, as long as I don't **** today up. Not everyone gets a second chance (or a thousandth), but I did. I don't really know why I did and my friend didn't, but I feel like I owe it to him to finish fixing my life and do some good in this world with whatever time I have left. Our common problem is a terrible and life-threatening thing, but it is fixable, and in that regard we're lucky, no matter how difficult and arduous the process of fixing it may be.