Deep inside himself, in a place he didn't often go, where he kept the things he didn't like to think about but dared not forget, he knew that was still alive somewhere, and somehow she was watching what he did, or at least looking in on him from time to time.
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.