The Running Boy Is Inside Every Man,

But My Father, A Thief In Many Ways, Had Robbed Me Of My Concentration.

He Was Near Tears, 'who Do I Blame?' He Kept Asking Me. 'there Is No God.i Can Only Blame Myself.'" The Reb's Face Tightened, As If In Pain. "that," He Said, Softly, "is A Terrible Self-indictment." Worse Than An Unanswered Prayer? "oh Yes. It Is Far More Comforting To Think God Listened And Said No, Than To Think That Nobody's Out There.

Life Is A Series Of Pulls Back And Forth. You Want To Do One Thing, But You Are Bound To Do Somehing Else. Something Hurts You, Yet You Know It Shouldn't. You Take Certain Things For Granted, Even When You Know You Should Never Take Anything For Granted.

But You Grab A Moment, Or You Let It Pass.

I Thought About All The People I Knew Who Spent Many Of Their Waking Hours Feeling Sorry For Themselves. How Useful It Would Be To Put A Daily Limit On Self-pity. Just A Few Tearful Minutes, Then On With The Day.