There is something human beings can do. The adrenaline rush, we call it. Fear, tremendous love. When people kill themselves, commit suicide over love, that kind of passion will move mountains.
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.