Pity Is A Benign Form Of Abuse.

There's A Connection That's Hard To Explain. It's The Feeling I Get When I See Someone Shuffle Up To Meet Me, Or Say Something, And I Can Instantly Tell By The Cant Of Their Head Or By The Movement Of Their Arms -- And These Are People Who Aren't Even Full-blown Symptomatic -- That They're One Of Us. And The Look They Give Me, It's Not Just Gratitude -- I Don't Care About The Gratitude -- But Solidarity. And Shared Optimism. And A Resiliency That Just Makes Me Think We're Doing The Right Thing, And That This Truly Is A Community.

Whatever The Situation, Just Take It For What It Is. You Don't Have To Make It Worse Or Better Than It Is. It Just Is What It Is. Always Deal With The Honesty, The Truth Of What Something Is, And Then You've Got All Kinds Of Choices.

The Least Amount Of Judging We Can Do, The Better Off We Are.

Acceptance Doesn't Mean Resignation; It Means Understanding That Something Is What It Is And That There's Got To Be A Way Through It.

I'm Not A Shill For The Democratic Party.