The people I met at the support group were a mixed bag: some were grouchy pessimists, and others were cheery do-gooders.

Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast.

After boarding a different plane in Hong Kong, we finally arrived in Fujhou one and a half hours later.[…] He said he was fortunate to get sick in his hometown, Fujhou. If he had gotten sick in Hangjhou, which was to be his second stop in China, he probably would not have made it. In Fujhou, he knew many high officials in the Department of Health and one of the leading cardiologists was his high school classmate.

I advise you: don't open your mouth at the dinner.