And speaking of scarring, there was him, of course. The boy who saved us all, and yet lost it all, or at least most of it. Kind of like drinking a cup of tea- it tastes good and can be beneficial to your health, yet once it’s all gone, all you’re left with is a cup of crap that may very well spell out impending doom. I suppose I got off lucky compared to him. I too lost almost all, but at least what I was left with was a slightly better cup of tealeaves. But he never knew that both our tealeaves came from the same tree. His problems and mine were both rooted in the same disaster.