Once upon turning soft white bread into crisp brown toast, I was reminded of diamonds. Little chunks of carbon that we'd think are irrelevant. I suspect that, like carbon, we think the crushes, burns and dark lonely eons of childhood are irrelevant, but they're not. They're what we have to go through to become the people we are today. Only a very few have ever come out of that process without black spots or other flaws. Maybe none of us. But we can still be diamonds.