If you tell anyone that we couldn't fly -- then people would call you crazy. Before: If you'd told people that we'd fly -- then they'd have labeled you crazy.
That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/