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“I owed any positive aspect of myself to my parents and all the affection, guidance, wisdom, and support that they supplied me. Gifts they bestowed with but one request: that I pay it forward. One day, they simply wished that I deliver to my wife and children all the blessings that they granted me.”

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I Am Still Right Here

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“I cannot, will not, tell the full story of my next few hours. I'll only say that I found what I knew I must: the sun-bleached bones of everyone I'd once loved. Even knowing what I would find, I was unprepared for the knife of pain that cut through me. I half fell, half dismounted, from my pony. Kneeling on the ground, I gave in to the grief I'd held at bay for so long. I howled like an animal. I beat my fists against my chest. I wept. I don't know how long it went on. Time disappears, I suppose, when you need it to.”

“Well, speaking of supper, let's get it underway," she proposed. "Is there any meat in the house?" "There's plenty of chickens in the chicken house out back," Sam responded. "I'll get Aaron to help me, and we'll kill a couple of roosters." "Oh, my!" exclaimed Margaret. "Well, that will be fresh chicken, for sure!”

“As she began "Dear..." she thought again that it did not matter which of the lot she addressed the letter to, for they presented to her the impermeable front of what she called "the family attitude" – suspicion of the worst based on insufficient knowledge of her life, and moral disapproval based firmly on their general knowledge of the weakness of human nature. Jenny couldn't possibly be up to any good, or she would have stayed at home, where she belonged. That is the sum of it, thought Jenny, and wouldn't their blood run cold if they could only know the facts? Ah well, the family can get under your skin with little needles and scalpels if you venture too near them: they attach suckers to you and draw your blood from every pore if you don't watch out. But that didn't keep you from loving them, nor them from loving you, with that strange longing, demanding, hopeless tenderness and bitterness, wound into each other in a net of living nerves.”

“Da li vam se nekada ostvarila želja? Ona, veća od vas samih, želja? Da li ste ikada poverovali u slučajnost? Ja nisam. Mada, dugo sam nekim stvarima tepala tako. Lagala sam sebe. Verovala sam da je moj put jasan. Verovala sam da je dovoljno da odlučiš da koračaš pravo, da paziš da se ne spo­takneš. Nekada, ma koliko gledao kuda ideš i gde gaziš, pazio da se ne sapleteš o neki kamen… Udariš u granu koja se ni od kuda stvorila.”