Beating Stress
A few years ago, I found myself breaking into my own house on a bitter winter night in Montreal. It was around midnight, the temperature plummeting to minus 40 degrees, a point where Celsius and Fahrenheit scales intersect. I had just returned from visiting a friend, Jeff, across town. As I stood on my front porch, I realized my keys were missing, and to my dismay, I spotted them through the window, comfortably lying on the dining room table. Panic set in; I couldn't go back to Jeff's house due to an early flight the next morning. Desperation and freezing cold led me to a bold decision – breaking through my basement window with a large rock.