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Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.

Every Day After Lunch When I Was Writing My First Book, I'd Nibble A Square Of Fine Chocolate And Meditate On All That Had Gone Into Its Creation: The Sun And Rain That Spilled On The Cocoa Plant, The Soil That Nourished It, The Hands That Picked The Beans, And So On. My Taste Of Chocolate Became A Lesson On The Interconnectedness Of Things, And The Infinite Blessings For Which I Am Grateful.

We Just Sat There And Watched The Plane Pass The Island, And It Never Came Back," He Said. "i Could See It On The Radar. It Makes You Feel Terrible. Life Was Cheap In War.

I Have Vertigo. Vertigo Makes It Feel Like The Floor Is Pitching Up And Down. Things Seem To Be Spinning. It's Like Standing On The Deck Of A Ship In Really High Seas.

When He Thought Of His History, What Resonated With Him Now Was Not All That He Had Suffered But The Divine Love That He Believed Had Intervened To Save Him.