I think I've found the difference between real victims of things, and those that make themselves victims. If you survive a real trial, you don't want to be a victim anymore. If you impose your own victimhood mental prison, who is there to let you out?

Story time - I was working somewhere and a very nice man came in. His name was Iwao Takamoto, and as we chatted, it turns out he's the artist behind Scooby Doo and a number of other characters. As we chat, he asks where I'm from and I tell him. He replies "Oh, I've been there.

My brother and I worked on some fields there. I was always told to keep my instruments very sharp so that's what I did." All he said.

So I googled him after he left, as one does when they meet celebrities, and it turns out, he was in my state in a Japanese internment camp. I was floored. When I saw him the next time, I said "You didn't tell me why you were in my state. I'm so sorry."

And do you know what his reply was "It's okay. It was a dark time for everyone in this country. People were very scared. I don't hold it against them."

Back to my top tweet. He didn't spend the rest of his life in that internment camp mindset. He was there, yet understood it didn't define him, and when he left, he didn't look back, and he went on to be a huge success professionally, and an affable and honorable man.

Rest in peace Mr. Takamoto. A brief encounter but a lifelong lesson.