So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car

Every Character Is Asking: Whats My Place? Why Am I Here? I Dont Want The Answer To Be Just Because. You Find Your Own Purpose. Each Finds The Reason To Be Here And How To Contribute.

Why Do People Not Listen When You Say No? Why Do They Think You Are Too Stupid Or Too Young To Understand? Why Do They Think You Are Too Shy To Reply? Why Do They Keep Badgering You Until You Will Say Yes?

It Seems To Me That We Can’t Explain All The Truly Awful Things In The World Like War And Murder And Brain Tumors, And We Can’t Fix These Things, So We Look At The Frightening Things That Are Closer To Us And We Magnify Them Until They Burst Open. Inside Is Something That We Can Manage, Something That Isn’t As Awful As It Had A First Seemed. It Is A Relief To Discover That Although There Might Be Axe Murderers And Kidnappers In The World, Most People Seem A Lot Like Us: Sometimes Afraid And Sometimes Brave, Sometimes Cruel And Sometimes Kind.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.

I Wish That Every Baby Everywhere Could Land In A Family That Wanted That Baby As Much As We Want Ours.