I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

I realize something. That wasn't a finish line for me...This is my new starting line.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

I operate under the assumption that people don't notice the good in me. That's just how things always seem to play out. I get blamed, while con-artist kids like Venus, and Camille, and Gemma get believed. But the rescue lady noticed. In the background, just observing, she noticed.

There was other stuff, too, like how something can be so much more than the parts it took to make it, and why people need things around them that lift them above their lives and make them feel the miracle of living.