It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

I repeat his words in my head. What's going on? What's going on? Oh, well, since you asked, I got a bunch of tapes in the mail today from a girl who killed herself. Apparently, I had something to do with it. I'm not sure what that is, so I was wondering if I could borrow your Walkman to find out. 'Not much,' I say.

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!