Sharing is love for a couple in Texas. That's what a popular Facebook post from a woman named Tracy Howell has shown tens of thousands of people. Tracy detailed a four-decade-long tradition she shares with her husband, Clifford, which many have called “sweet”.

Whenever Clifford goes to work，he takes a sandwich that has a small bite on it. The bite symbolized a deep message for the pair, Tracy explained in the post. “Clifford and I have been married almost 41 years and I have made his lunch every working day since day 1,”Tracy wrote at the time. “Sometimes I would join him on the job site and have lunch with him. He told me once that lunch tastes better when you share it with someone you love. Soon after that, while fixing his sandwich one night, I took a bite out of it before putting it away. I told him that since I couldn't often join him for lunch, I took a bite so he knew I was joining him,” she recalled.

The first time Tracy had done this, her husband returned with anger after work and told her that some workmate had taken a bite out of his sandwich.

“I continue to do this frequently and he still says, ‘It's always happy to see you join me for lunch.’”

The post had been shared more than 97,000 times in just one week and had received more than 26 ,000 likes from Facebook users. “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard,” a user shared.

Both of my parents worked full-time when I was a little girl, so my grandmother would stay at our house during the day. We would watch game shows in the living room. Our favorite was The Price is Right. We would call out our answers along with the players.

When I got older and started going to school, we couldn't watch our game shows regularly. That was okay with me, though, because the one thing I liked better than watching game shows with my grandmother was helping bake. Watching her in the kitchen was amazing: she never seemed to need the recipes but everything she made tasted delicious.

At first I would just sit in the kitchen and watch, even though I didn’t understand what she was doing. As I got older, she let me help with the easy parts, such as measuring the sugar. The day she let me separate the eggs. I felt like I had found complete pleasure.

At last. my parents decided that I could take care of myself, and my grandmother stopped coming over every day. The love of baking, however, stayed with me. I started baking by myself, and even if the cookies ended up being burnt sometimes, more often they turned out pretty well. I tried out new recipes, and whenever I got to a thorny part. I would call my grandmother for advice. Sometimes I would call her just to talk, too. I felt like I could talk to her about anything.

My grandmother passed away ten years ago, but I still think of her every day, Last week, I found a recipe book she made for me. It included her recipes for brownies, cookies, and my favorite, lemon pie stout anything. As I looked through the pages, I thought I could hear her voice. She was the one who taught me not just about baking, but about life.

My twelve-year-old daughter, Clementine. is obsessed with the character Eleven from Netflix’s Stranger Things. Sandwiched between two brothers, Clementine is rough and awkward at times, what back in my day people called a tomboy. For a while I feared, despite all the female empowerment messages on TV and T-shirts, she was starting to think girls were stupid. Then along came Stranger Things, with its tongue-tied and bald rebel who can smash train cars with the power of her mind.

For the most part, I’m thrilled that Clementine wants to be Eleven, who is the rare young heroine, equally brilliant and raw and possessed of perseverance and hope, with a desire for human connection and the skill to battle the evil. She is an enormous set up from my childhood girl-crushes including all six Iadies in Charlie’s Angels and the Lynda Carter version of Wonder Woman who are all competitive and smart. But it’s interesting to me that my daughter lit upon a character whose primary emotion is this massive anger and whose main role in the show consists of learning to channel her anger to defeat a dark force. Is Clementine seeing what she longs for or identifies with? If she had such powers, what would she want to do?

Parents everywhere understand there is a mental health crisis amongst young people. Girls especially are losing hope. We just don’t know how or even what to fix. Maybe Eleven can give these girls a blueprint, or faith that they can one day be in charge again. Maybe she can encourage those girls to fight back. Somewhere deep down, they sense that rage is exactly the right thing to feel. And why waste that passion slamming doors and cursing brothers when their anger could be employed to conquer so much more?

For our daughters, Eleven lays out a path into the future. Simply being ambitious and resourceful is no longer enough. Circumstances are calling for a new sort of heroine, one with a brain potent enough to make the best of her anger.