Donald Trump is worse than any horror story I've written.

Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we aredoomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won'tbe disappointed."If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn't enough. From this day forward, I vowedto myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, notGod, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, ordominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, totake what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I'dbeen kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed,deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now.

The writer doesn__ write for the reader. He doesn__ write for himself, either. He writes to serve_something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness _ those exquisite, enveloping, protecting wings.

People who truly serve God actively look for darkness in order to chase darkness away, they run after darkness, they search for darkness in all its ramifications and destructive consequences.

Learn from past experiences but accept them all as perfect while staying in the present. Let go of everything that doesn't serve you.

The starting place for your greatness is desire. The desire to succeed, to serve others, to keep on going no matter what; the desire to...