It is amazing how many ways that one saying, one picture, one song, can affect people. This is a saying that my Grandmother used to say to me when I would get into a fight with my neighborhood friends, or my cousins at a family get together. She would show up out of no where it seemed, just to put her arm around my shoulder and between huffing and puffing she would spit this sentence out. As loving as she was, she wasn't as loving to her own self. So here she would pull her oxygen out of her nose, just so that she could light her cigarette, and put the piece back into her nose to keep her breathing better as she pulled off that cancer stick. It's funny the way our memories come and go.