Heaven is always thinking about us.
You only have peace when you make it with yourself.
You know how it is- you get used to something, people rely on you, one day you wake up and you can’t tell Tuesday from Thursday. You’re doing the same boring stuff.
Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.” – Dr. John Trainer.
But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.
There’s no such thing as a nobody. And there are no mistakes.
We adults can be a wretched lot Chika, yet in every child’s face we see the Lord has not given up on us.
People are only mean when they’re threatened and that’s what our culture does. That’s what our economy does. Even people who have jobs in our economy are threatened, because they worry about loosing them. And when you get threatened, you start looking out only for yourself. You start making money a god. It is all part of this culture.
ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.
Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don’t wait, Mitch. Not everyone gets the time I’m getting. Not everyone is as lucky.” I.
But the world does not cater to our timing.
There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do.
I think people believe what they want to believe.
For all that was happening to him, his voice was strong and inviting, and his mind was vibrating with a million thoughts. He was intent on proving that the word ‘dying’ was not synonymous with ‘useless’.
All lonely roads lead back to music. I embrace you. I forgive you. I will never leave you.
You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days.
Finally, on the fourth of November, when those he loved had left the room just for a moment – to grab coffee in the kitchen, the first time none of them were with him since the coma began – Morrie stopped breathing.
He nodded toward the window with the sunshine streaming in. “You see that? You can go out there, outside, anytime. You can run up and down the block and go crazy. I can’t do that. I can’t go out. I can’t run. I can’t be out there without fear of getting sick. But you know what? I appreciate that window more than you do.
The end of loneliness is when someone needs you. And the world is so full of need.
Why didn’t I feel this before?” she whispered. “Because we embrace our scars more than our healing,” Lorraine said. “We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?