The Truth Is, There Is

This Is A Story About A Man Named Eddie And It Begins At The End, With Eddie Dying In The Sun.

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.

Dor: There Is A Reason God Lmits Our Days. Victor: Why? Dor: To Make Each One Precious.

I Think, In General, The Sports I've Enjoyed Covering The Most Have Been The Offbeat Ones. The More Popular, Mainstream, The Less I Like Them Because They're More, They're More Structured And The Players Don't Have Much Interesting To Say Because They're Interviewed All The Time.

Everyone Is In Such A Hurry. People Haven’t Found Meaning In Their Lives, So They’re Running All The Time Looking For It. They Think The Next Car, The Next House, The Next Job. Then They Find Those Things Are Empty, Too, And They Keep Running. Once You Start Running, It’s Hard To Slow Yourself Down.