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Detroit Is A Place Where We've Had It Pretty Tough. But There Is A Generosity Here And A Well Of Kindness That Goes Deep.

There's A Big Confusion In This Country Over What We Want Versus What We Need," Morrie Said. "you Need Food, You Want A Chocolate Sundae. You Have To Be Honest With Yourself. You Don't Need The Latest Sports Car, You Don't Need The Biggest House. The Truth Is, You Don't Get Satisfaction From Those Things. You Know What Really Gives You Satisfaction?...offering Others What You Have To Give...i Don't Mean Money, Mitch. I Mean Your Time. Your Concern. Your Storytelling. It's Not So Hard.

You'll Come To My Grave? To Tell Me Your Problems?" My Problems? "yes.' And You'll Give Me Answers? "i'll Give You What I Can. Don't I Always?" I Picture His Grave, On The Hill, Overlooking The Pond, Some Little Nine Foot Piece Of Earth Where They Will Place Him, Cover Him With Dirt, Put A Stone On Top. Maybe In A Few Weeks? Maybe In A Few Days? I See Myself Sitting There Alone, Arms Across My Knees, Staring Into Space. It Won't Be The Same, I Say, Not Being Able To Hear You Talk. "ah, Talk . . . " He Closes His Eyes And Smiles. "tell You What. After I'm Dead, You Talk. And I'll Listen.

Personally, I Always Wondered About Authors And Celebrities Who Loudly Declared There Was No God. It Was Usually When They Were Healthy And Popular And Being Listened To By Crowds. What Happens, I Wondered, In The Quiet Moments Before Death? By Then, They Have Lost The Stage, The World Has Moved On. If Suddenly, In Their Last Gasping Moments, Through Fear, A Vision, A Late Enlightenment, They Change Their Minds About God, Who Would Know?

No Matter How Smart She Appeared, She Was Fragile At Her Core.