I Would Never Write A Memoir, Because

I Wish I Could Tell You That Through The Tragedy I Mined Some Undiscovered, Life-altering Absolute That I Could Pass On To You.i Didn't.the Cliches Apply-people Are What Count,life Is Precious,materialism Is Over Rated, And The Little Things Matter,live In The Moment-and I Can Repeat Them To You Ad Nauseam.you Might Listen, But You Won't Internalize.tragedy Hammers It Hm.tragedy Etches Into Your Soul.you Might Not Be Happier.but You Will Be Better.

There Is A Certain Fate To The Universe And A Certain Randomness.

But Sometimes, Maybe Most Times, It Isn't That Clear. It Is Dark And You Are Near The Edge Of A Cliff, But You're Moving Slowly, Not Sure Which Direction You're Heading In. Your Steps Are Tentative But They Are Still Blind In The Night. You Don't Realize How Close You Are To The Edge, How The Soft Earth Could Give Away, How You Could Just Slip A Bit And Suddenly Plunge Into The Dark.

It Was One Lesson He Never Forgot.you Don't Sit Back When You Or A Loved One Is Being Assaulted.and You Don't Act Like The Goverment With Their "proportional Responses" And All That Nonsense.if Someone Hurts You,mercy And Pity Must Be Put Aside,you Eliminate The Enemy.you Scorch The Earth.

In Real Life, Coincidences Happen All The Time. In Novels, They Are Leapt Upon With Fury.