While waiting for forms to print, my client told me a story about perspective.
When I was 12, I was helping my father on the farm to shovel the manure. I asked him, Dad, why do you do this for a living? Why is it your job to shovel poo? He said, Son, you may be shoveling poo, while I am feeding the world.
He then thanked me for always being so patient and pleasant to work with, stating I have the right perspective. Awww!