You know those old, corny romance movies, especially the ones set during the Civil War? There's always this one scene where the man, lavishly decked in his Confederate braid and insignia, is bidding a sorrowful adieu to his little mistress. And he says something along the lines of, "When I see the stars, I will think of only you because I know you'll be seeing those same stars too." Well, here in Shirati, when the electricity suddenly died during dinner and we all whipped out our flashlights, we trudged outside to behold the stars...I guarantee, that you can't possibly be seeing the same sky that we see. Looking at the dark carpet of night, we awed at the brilliance of those shining white specks. And we reminded ourselves that even through the troubles we face, be they power outtages or a lack of nitrous oxide gas (oh drats, as Carol would say), we must simply take time to find the beauty of the moment.