The Stranger in the Lifeboat

by Mitch Albom

I wonder if this is what dying is like, Annabelle. At first, you are so tightly connected to the world you cannot imagine letting go. In time, you surrender to a drifting phase. What comes next, I cannot say.

but at that age, two years defines the leader and the follower.

I often felt she stared at things but saw something else. Broken people do that.

My breathing was labored, my posture stooped. I worried that I was ill. I realize now this was merely the weight of love that had nowhere to go. So I carried that love, searching the world for a place to lay it down, but never

It takes so much to make you feel big in this world. It only takes an ocean to make you feel tiny.

“Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.”

“We all need to hold on to something, Benji,” she said. “Hold on to me.”

“This world can be a trying place, Inspector. Sometimes you have to shed who you were to live who you are.”

And sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.