Realizing That People Should Lie When They

Nothing Terrible Has Ever Happened Except In Our Thinking. Reality Is Always Good, Even In Situations That Seem Like Nightmares. The Story We Tell Is The Only Nightmare That We Have Lived.

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

One Morning In February 1986, Out Of Nowhere, I Experienced A Realization. In An Instant, I Discovered That When I Believed My Stressful Thoughts, I Suffered, But When I Questioned Them, I Didn't Suffer.

Affecting The World Is Obviously Possible When We See People In The World Who We Really Love And Respect And We See How That They Affect Our Lives.