And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?

You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.