Ever hold a grudge against someone – a sister or a brother, a parent, a friend? These grudges become so less important when we’re facing terminal illness; whether the terminal illness involves a family member, a friend or us. The grudges even become gradually less important when we become ill and it’s not a terminal situation. Other larger considerations become more important. Quality time with family, friends, engaging in activities that have meaning for ourselves. If we hold onto anger and pain we can make ourselves sick. There’s the story of the man who cured himself of a terminal illness by laughter, by watching movies with a comedy theme for weeks on end. How great would this be if we could do this for ourselves, clearing out all of the old baggage?