Thanks for sharing your story sledjockey. That’s a classic “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. I can relate to the shoes thing. To this day I don’t eat soup unless it’s to be polite in some social setting. When I was a kid my Dad was out on strike for a while and being a big family of very limited means we were eating soup every night for dinner. That was about 50 years ago but soup as a meal still conjurs up bad memories.