when you meet a woman with one arm, because it was bitten off while she was feeding a tapir at the zoo, of which she was most recently employed, and learn that she was eight months pregnant and lost the baby as well, and she signs her reciept with her right hand because she was left handed and that just happened to be the one that became lunch for the tapir, and you pull your hair back in a pony tail in front of her, and her eyes tear up...that, THAT is when you realize your life doesn't suck.