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There comes a day in every man’s life when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.
Life is either a collision of random events, like billiard balls during a break careening off and into one another, or if you are so inclined to believe, our predetermined fate—what my mother took such great comfort in calling God’s will.
Our skin, our hair, and our eyes are simply the shell that surrounds our soul, and our soul is who we are. What counts is on the inside.”
We’d be who we were, and we could either come to grips with this fact and like the person we’d become, or live with regret and disappointment.
We realize it is in those quiet moments that each of us has the ability to make our lives extraordinary.
