"It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloodied helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn't sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it's all you've got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life."
-"Shantaram" Gregory David Roberts
When I was 5 my mom took me out to eat to a nice place and she tells me before we go that I need to behave... and I look up at her with doe eyes (her words, not mine) and tell her that I'll be good.
We sit down and the waiter brings us our drinks (kiddy cocktail for me! Hah, remember those?!) and he sets a cocktail napkin down in front of me and I immediately grab it and open it up and put it on my lap...
Waiter smirks and puts down another napkin, and quickly sets down my drink. My mother is suppressing laughter, in hopes that she doesn't make me feel like I did something wrong.
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