Anthology: Crossing to Safety.

The Langs joined us in a war dance around the station wagon, and all the way out into the country their excited faces turn from the front seat to shine on us.  They ask a hundred questions, they burst with pleasure, they warm us with their total, generous happiness in our good luck.  Everybody's tap is wide open.

And:

Talent lies around us like kindling waiting for a match, but some people, just as gifted as others, are less lucky.  Fate never drops a match on them.  The times are wrong, or their health is poor, or their energy low, or their obligations too many.  Something.