When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let it's horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.
**I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. --Gilda Radner
I live a hard life by nature, but keep perspective on the things in life that matter, and those I consider family realize the magnitude of feelin
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