Don't be befogged, be firm!

From a plane at night it's not hard to spot New York City, ablaze with lights. Usually. But this night as we landed at La Guardia Airport, the fog was so dense you'd swear the Sahara lay below. Not a single light in sight until a split second before touchdown. Yet I don't think any of us on board doubted the pilot's assurance "This is New York—you just can't see it!" I certainly wasn't afraid we were in the wrong place.

Little did I know then how helpful this experience would be to me. A few months after this incident, I injured my eye. It became infected and so painful I couldn't read or sleep.

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