We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.

By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it