ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã…Â“ ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã‹ÂœAs things stand now, I am going to be a writer. IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢m not sure that IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢m going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã‹Âœyou are nothing,ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢ I will be a writer.ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã¢Â„Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢Â‚Â¬Ã‚Â
I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have ? life itself.