I'm not really a nostalgic person.
By the time I was 10 or 11, I was completely demoralized. I thought, "I'm done. I'm never going to be a missionary," because my indiscretion column, whether it was little lies or stealing a Chunky bar, kept me from sainthood.
I always wear the same thing onstage.
Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.
We went our separate ways, but within walking distance of one another.
We learned we wanted too much. We could only give from the perspective of who we were and what we had. Apart, we were able to see with even greater clarity that we didnโt want to be without each other.