Those With The Softest Hearts Build The

As A Boy I Heard This Story In Church. A Man Was Patching A Pitched Roof Of A Tall Building When He Began Sliding Off. As He Neared The Edge Of The Roof He Prayed, "save Me, Lord, And I'll Go To Church Every Sunday, I'll Give Up Drinking, I'll Be The Best Man This City Has Ever Known." As He Finished His Prayer, A Nail Snagged Onto His Overalls And Saved Him. The Man Looked Up To The Sky And Shouted, "never Mind, God. I Took Care Of It Myself." How True Of Us.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Sometimes, When Tragedy Strikes, People Give Up Hope That They Can Expect Anything More From Life, When The Real Quest Is Finding Out What Life Expects From Them.

Leah Taught Me That The Greatest Secret Of Life Is That We Find Exactly What We're Looking For. In Spite Of What Happens To Us, Ultimately We Decide Whether Our Lives Are Good Or Bad, Ugly Or Beautiful.

The Idea Of Being A Novelist Is Really Romantic, But It's Kind Of The Same As Being President Of The United States - It's Not Gonna Happen.