Strangers Are Family You Haven't

No. You Can't Work Your Way Into Heaven. Anytime You Try And Justify Yourself With Works, You Disqualify Yourself With Works. What I Do Here, Every Day, For The Rest Of My Life, Is Only My Way Of Saying, 'lord, Regardless Of What Eternity Holds For Me, Let Me Give Something Back To You. I Know It Doesn't Even No Scorecard. But Let Me Make Something Of My Life Before I Go.. And Then, Lord, I'm At Your Mercy.

Every Day, Have A Little Bird On Your Shoulder That Asks, 'is Today The Day? Am I Ready? Am I Doing All I Need To Do? Am I Being The Person I Want To Be? Is Today The Day I Die?

Try To Imagine A Life Without Timekeeping. You Probably Can’t. You Know The Month, The Year, The Day Of The Week. There Is A Clock On Your Wall Or The Dashboard Of Your Car. You Have A Schedule, A Calendar, A Time For Dinner Or A Movie. Yet All Around You, Timekeeping Is Ignored. Birds Are Not Late. A Dog Does Not Check Its Watch. Deer Do Not Fret Over Passing Birthdays. An Alone Measures Time. Man Alone Chimes The Hour. And, Because Of This, Man Alone Suffers A Paralyzing Fear That No Other Creature Endures. A Fear Of Time Running Out.

I Find Interesting Characters Or Lessons That Resonate With People And Sometimes I Write About Them In The Sports Pages, Sometimes I Write Them In A Column, Sometimes In A Novel, Sometimes A Play Or Sometimes In Nonfiction. But At The Core I Always Say To Myself, 'is There A Story Here? Is This Something People Want To Read?'

He Had His Time Measures And He Had Her. That Was His Life. For As Long As He Could Remember, It Had Been That Way, Dor And Alli, Even As Children. "i Do Not Want To Die," She Whispered. "you Will Not Die." "i Want To Be With You." "you Are.