“Your actions are your own,” I said, holding back my anger. “Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made.” I saw a little image of my Uncle Liam, lying on the track with an arrow in his chest. “You can let that rule your whole life, or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors. Now, will you deal with me?”
