Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With

The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But The Person Who Doesn't Fails.

He Had To Keep Thinking Of Them Because If He Forgot Them And Did Not Think Of Them They Might Forget About Him. And He Had To Keep Hoping.

This Beginning Motion, This First Time When A Sail Truly Filled And The Boat Took Life And Knifed Across The Lake Under Perfect Control, This Was So Beautiful It Stopped My Breath.

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.