My Own Father Didn't Talk A Lot

Never Tell A Child That Something It's Too Hard

Do Not Worry About Tomorrow, For Tomorrow Will Worry About Itself.

She Felt Worthless And Hollow. There Was No Hope Of Fixing This. And When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.

He Never Spoke Of That Night Again, Not To Your Mother, Not To Anyone Else. He Was Ashamed For Her, For Mickey, For Himself. In The Hospital, He Stopped Speaking Altogether. Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge. His Thoughts Still Haunted Him.' ~pg 139

Accept What You Are Able To Do And What You Are Not Able To Do.