I think there is a song by Faith Hill with this same name. But actually what I am writing about is my friend that lives north of Los Angeles, and suffered a concussion and broken femur in a bike accident. I am here assisting her with little things, carrying a plate for her across the room while she hobbles on crutches, getting the box sitting on the floor, answering the door when a caller comes, keeping her company. These are little things. She said what she has to do is remember to breathe. And that everything takes more time. Imagine if you ran your business that way.