Secrets Tear You Apart.

Suddenly, Details Seemed Extremely Important. Details Were Something To Grab On To, A Way To Insert Myself Into The Story.

Secrets Tear You Apart.

Sacrfice," The Captain Said. "you Made One. I Made One. We All Made Them. But You Were Angry Over Yours. You Kept Thinking About What You Lost. You Didn't Get It. Sacrifice Is A Part Of Life. It's Supposed To Be. It's Not Something To Regret. It's Something To Aspire To.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

Belief, Hard Work, Love–you Have Those Things, You Can Do Anything.