Friday Tale - H.M.W.I.P. "H ow d o you do it?” I asked him. “How do you always seem to have a smile on your face?” My jovial friend, who seems to have mastered the sense of calm, contentment, and joy all of us are desperately after, looked up with twinkling eyes. “HMWIP.” “Whip who? What?” “HMWIP,” he said again, before spelling it out. “H-M-W-I-P.” “What does that mean?” “Well, throughout the course of my day, I stop to ask myself, ‘HMWIP,’ which stands for ‘How Much Would I Pay?’. If I just finished eating lunch, I think about how much I would be willing to pay for the opportunity to eat food with my mouth if that capacity should ever be taken from me and my eating experience confined to a feeding tube. If I am washing my hands after using the restroom, I think, ‘HMWIP!’ – if I had some kind of infection that prevented my body from functioning properly, how much would I pay to be able to use the restroom as I just did? ...