When my wife was a bit more than half finished with this jigsaw puzzle, I took her pill over to her. As I handed her the pill, I knocked over her glass of water which spilled all over the puzzle, all over the puzzle pieces. I actually shed a few tears because I knew how much effort she puts into completing the puzzles. Many of the pieces remaining to be put in the puzzle were soaked and the backings came off, leaving only a thin paper printing of the piece. The puzzle itself swelled up all across the middle from water damage. I had done such a careless thing that damaged so much effort on completing a beautiful puzzle. I was depressed for hours. I told my wife I would replace the puzzle or she could start one of the others I had just bought for her. She calmly told me everything was all right, and that she was sorry I felt so bad about what I had done. And then over the next few days she set to work. She dried out the wet pieces, removed the soggy backs from hundreds of wet and soaked pieces, let the puzzle dry out, and began to finish putting it together. I learned one more time that I should never underestimate my wife's persistence. I watched her patient progress and then, one day, she told me across the room, "It's finished!" I would never have believed it possible that she could have taken that soggy mass and completed the puzzle. Seven pieces out of all of the one thousand pieces ended up missing, and many pieces in the finished puzzle are mere tiny pieces of paper without backing. But she stayed with it and finished it. I wish that I could have the same calm feeling of self assurance that would help me over some of my difficult challenges that my wife demonstrates consistently despite the health challenges that she faces without complaint. Was I ever smart and inspired when I took her on our first blind date in early January of 1950.