I am also very thankful that a fine "little brother" and dear friend just happened to be in the car with me when I yanked the emergency break down and it came down right on top of that precious rattle, breaking it in half. I am glad that he was familiar with the history of that sacrament, understood the significance and was un-surprised and sensitive when I burst into tears. The implication of a little sacrament breaking in two was not at all lost on him. So a bit later when I dropped him off at home, he said something profoundly simple and not at all meant insensitively as he put his head back into the car. With a tiny tear in his eye he said, “Things break, Anj," smiled gently, and walked away.