I Just Don't Want To Forget This

What Distresses Me At Times Is That I Meet A Lot Of People In Their 40's, 50's, 60's, Who Still Say They're A Victim Of Child Abuse.

I'm So Alive. As I Stand Facing The Beauty Of The Never-ending Pacific Ocean, A Late Afternoon Breeze Blows Down From The Hills Behind. As Always, It Is A Beautiful Day. The Sun Is Making Its Final Descent. The Magic Is About To Begin. The Skies Are Ready To Burn With Brilliance, As It Turns From A Soft Blue To A Bright Orange. Looking Towards The West, I Stare In Awe At The Hypnotic Power Of The Waves. A Giant Curl Begins To Take Form, Then Breaks With A Thundering Clap As It Crashes On The Shore.

I Plan My Life In 15-minute Sections.

I Am Proud Of Who You Were, David-that Hurt Person Who Refused To "die." And I'm More Caring, Giving, Fixing Person, The Guy With The Same Sense Of Humor And That Deft, Sensitive Touch. Good On You, David I Love You.

To Help Yourself, You Must Be Yourself. Be The Best That You Can Be. When You Make A Mistake, Learn From It, Pick Yourself Up And Move On.