Approaching Mile 3 of our run, my 10-year-old son Sam and I reached a significant hill.  As we slowly ran up the hill, Sam noted that his feet were beginning to hurt.  At that moment, I offered some fatherly wisdom, “Don’t worry, when we reach the top of this hill, it will be no problem.”

Pausing, I realized that my words fell somewhere within the Triangle of Obvious – Worthless – Nonsensical.

“Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” I apologized to tired Sam.

Over his panting breath, Sam offered the comforting feedback of an honest son, “Don’t worry, you’ve said a lot of stupider things.”

No truer words have ever been spoken.  More comforting, yes.  More truer, no.