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Dana Reinhardt

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    Everyday is filled with opportunities to take a quiet moment

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    Guys don't go for me. Period. I don't distract them. They don't sneak glances in my direction. They don't think of me when I'm not standing right in front of them. I'm scenery. I'm background.

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    I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.

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    I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

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    Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.

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    Some things you can fix, and some things you can't. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

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    The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy senseless with his own drumsticks.

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    There's no going back from what happened. You can go back and understand the past, but you can't go back and change it.

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    They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

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    We sat looking out at the ocean. There was just so much of it, and it never failed to take my breath away. Looking at the ocean gave me the same sensation I'd get staring at a sky full of stars- that I was small. Like the way a math problem reveals its undeniable truth, I knew when I stared into this sort of endlessness that my life didn't count for much of anything. And knowing that, that I was nothing but a speck, I felt pretty lucky for all that I had.

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    When there's something or someone, when there's anything that makes you happy, you don't let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart

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    As the bus took us north on a connection of dark farm roads and smaller highways, I started to wonder where all the cars were. How could the streets be so empty? How could people sleep when there was so much at stake, so much happening, when there were so many reasons to be awake and alive? And I wondered how it was that I could feel both empty, like these streets, and yet so full at the same time. And those weren't the only contrasting poles inside me. I felt sad and happy. Scared and exhilarated. I felt young and old.

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    I'd watched enough TV in the lonely afternoons after school, before there was a cheese shop to go to, to know that there were boys who lied, who knew how to say just the right thing or give you just the right look. Boys who could make you feel a way you thought you didn't deserve to feel.

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    I'm curious how someone...finds God, or solace, or peace or whatever it is he finds out here alone...while he's reciting words. Is it just a matter of believing what you say?

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    I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

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    It was then, there in the darkness, with only those little pin-points of light to see by, light from a world away where other people with their own problems and their own secrets lived their own lives, that everything in our world changed for good.

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    I've just become a character, we all have, in a story we don't get to write ourselves.

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    I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

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    My brother, he says. My brother is dead. "And again he asks me to kill him. One more time before he falls to his knees and sobs. And i get it. I do. Because i have a brother too.

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    Sometimes things happen. Things happen even when you don't intend them to happen. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or no intentions, or intentions you thought were harmless, but before you knew it things got out of control. ...Sometimes things take on a life of their own. You become powerless. There is nothing you can do to stop certain things from happening.

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    The Little Drummer Boy" was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.

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    There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

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    Tired is the catchall for everything when you're a parent of a small child. When your child throws a tantrum, when your child refuses to kiss his grandmother, when your child doesn't say thank you, when your child does anything remotely shitty, you can always just say: He's tired or She didn't get enough sleep last night and you're off the hook.