I came home to find Lucy had destroyed the pen, the prison I had used to prevent her destruction of everything in my humble abode. In my inner being I wanted to be mad at her. But in an instantaneous surge of emotion I couldn’t be mad. She was so proud of her escape, she bounced around effusing joy and pride because she had overcome her obstacle to freedom. “Aren’t you proud of me?” was written all over her face. That spirit of overcoming is why I love Lucy, and will always be an inspiration to me.