Each person
has the possibility of experiencing the gravely stirring realization that is
the perverse quality of tragedy; it describes what is now possible. We do not
choose some things. They choose us, and increasingly our lives are less our
own. Yet many have made a further discovery: that only in losing your life in
another do you truly find yourself - Albert T. Murphy
It is a wondrous thing that if you manage a small thing like a silent smile at me, unfocused eyes trying so hard to see me... a haphazard touch by your hand, planted somewhere on my body when we play wrestle on the floor. I feel your life, your significance, your purpose. I become happiness, I become healed. I understand my purpose... you are my gift...
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