My power is I have a super cute dog. On hikes, people I barely know, they'll call out, "Oh, that's Luke. " And they'll stride right up to him. On Facebook, people will ask, "Oh, how's Luke doing. " But I don't do Facebook. It's my friend who posts pictures of them. But by now I know my role and I'm Luke's handler and my job is to escort him places so he can greet his public. But I became a handler of something else long before I became a handler of Luke. And that's a handler of worries, uncertainties, and d ...