But Our Eyes Are Different, What You

When I Lacked Even The Self-respect To Keep Myself Alive, She Dabbed My Cuts And I Fell Back Into Being A Son; I Fell As Easily As You Fall Into Your Pillow At Night. And I Didn't Want It To End. That's The Best Way I Can Explain It. I Knew It Was Impossible. But I Didn't Want It To End.

This Is How You Start To Get Respect, By Offering Something That You Have.

Don't Get Too Attached To Anything.

Accept What You Are Able To Do And What You Are Not Able To Do. Accept The Past As Past, Without Denying It Or Discarding It. Learn To Forgive Yourself And To Forgive Others. Don't Assume That It's Too Late To Get Involved.

He Never Spoke Of That Night Again, Not To Your Mother, Not To Anyone Else. He Was Ashamed For Her, For Mickey, For Himself. In The Hospital, He Stopped Speaking Altogether. Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge. His Thoughts Still Haunted Him.' ~pg 139