If there is a defining characteristic of a man as opposed to a boy, maybe it's patience.

My mom was such a strong character. I don't want to say she was like a man, but she was tough.

I thought I knew what fear was, until I heard the words 'You have cancer'.

My actions and reactions, and the way I treated certain scenarios, were way out of line, so I deserved some punishment.

There was certainly a dishonesty there that I think is totally regrettable and inexcusable. The ringleading, the bullying: not totally true.

If there was a god, I'd still have both nuts.

I take nothing for granted. I now have only good days, or great days.