The most important lesson in life is to have values. Sixty years ago, an American newspaper columnist wrote about how, as a child, he was terrified by thunder and lightning and would hide, trembling, in his bedroom wardrobe. But his mother would come for him and lead him by the hand down to the front porch, where the display of heavenly violence could be seen in full force. He wrote his masterpiece on the day his mother died. He captioned it “She Taught Me to Love the Storm.” There she described the glory of a firmament that could produce these things, and spoke of what a privilege it was for puny man to have his life enriched by this power, even if there was danger in it. Gradually the boy learned to love the storm. And all the things that make storms in life—controversy, reverses, criticism—no longer terrified him. In this thermonuclear age when man-made lightning dwarfs the thunderbolts of nature, what greater gift can a parent leave to his child than the gift