There Is A Big Confusion In This

She Had Been So Consumed With Escaping Her Own Misery, She Hadn't Considered The Misery She Might Inflict.

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.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142

"you Marked The Minutes," The Old Man Said. "but Did You Use Them Wisely? To Be Still? To Cherish? To Be Grateful? To Lift And Be Lifted?"

I Asked Myself, 'am I Going To Withdraw From The World, Like Most People Do, Or Am I Going To Live?' I Decided I Am Going To Live - Or At Least Try To Live - The Way I Want, With Dignity, With Courage, With Humor, With Composure.