“But how? How did you hold on?” “I just got up every day, and went to bed every night, and tried to be a good person in between.” “That can’t be all there is to it,” I said. My dad took a slow breath, and then he said, “Somewhere during that time, I got very lucky and I accidentally figured something out.” “What?” “Whatever story you tell yourself about your life, that’s the one that’ll be true.”
