no longer alone. Gratitude had once again joined me. When I looked up, I saw him smiling. He motioned and said, “Follow me.” So I did. He took me outside. He said, “What do you see?” “What do you mean, what do I see? It’s dark out here.” “Look again,” he said. “What do you mean? It’s dark out here. You can’t see in the darkness. It’s night.” “Look up,” he said. “Look up.” I lifted my eyes, and there they were: a million dancing pinpoints of light. Gratitude whispered in my ear, “A hundred billion