In Your Mid-30s, It’s Time To Start

People Ask Me All The Time, "what Kind Of Father Are You?" I Won't Know Until My Kids Are Grown.

My Tv Show Had Been Cancelled; Nothing Else Had Gone Anywhere; Some Alliances I Had Made Petered Out And Nothing Came Of Them And I Was Looking At A Long, Long Year Ahead Of Me In Which There Was No Work On The Horizon, The Phone Wasn't Ringing. I Had Two Kids, One Of Them A Brand-new Baby, And I Didn't Know If I Would Be Able To Keep My House.

Without Question, We Make Choices - And Those Choices Have Consequences. So Can You Control Your Own Destiny? To A Degree, Certainly. Must You Have Faith In Serendipity? Without Question, You'd Better. Otherwise You're Foolish.

We're Part Of A Greater Humanity And We Can Actually Affect The World By The Choices We Make Once We Leave The Theater.

I Know That My Work In This Case Is Magnified By The Fact That The Streets Of Heaven Are Too Crowded With Angels. We Know Their Names. They Number A Thousand For Each One Of The Red Ribbons That We Wear Here Tonight. They Finally Rest In The Warm Embrace Of The Gracious Creator Of Us All. A Healing Embrace That Cools Their Fevers, That Clears Their Skin, And Allows Their Eyes To See The Simple, Self-evident, Common Sense Truth That Is Made Manifest By The Benevolent Creator Of Us All...