On Sunday, Dec. 26, 2004, I was quietly sitting in my hotel in Phuket, Thailand, having a leisurely breakfast on a gorgeous morning, after having jogged a 20-km training run. I decided to go for a walk on the beach before checking to see if my kids were awake, and on the way out of the dining area I spotted a guy with chicken curry on his plate. I adore chicken curry and had not seen that among the buffet options. So, at the last moment, and fresh from a long run, I decided to have another serving of breakfast and indulge in the chicken curry. This simple, innocuous, unimportant decision saved my life. My kids didn’t become orphans, all because of chicken curry.