You are not your past.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale...Man likes to run from God. It's a tradition.

my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways" from the book of Isaiah

I hope you never hear those words. Your mom. She died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart.

I hate to be like everyone else, but I'm rooting for San Antonio because I like teams that were built the old-fashioned way.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.