“I hate math,” said Lee to his dad as he brushed his teeth in the morning.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s nothing but problems, problems and more problems.”

“Son,” said his dad.  “Thank God that every day you get up and have problems to solve.  Because you know when there are no more problems to solve?”

“No, when?” he said.

“When you’re dead.  You were put on Earth to solve problems.  Life is full of problems.  They are there to challenge you and make you grow.  Every day you have problems it means you are alive.  So let’s go eat breakfast and start solving  problems.”