Book: We expired

After a few more miles, we saw orange plantations. Green swallowed up the entire space. So bright, rich, fresh. You look at all this and wonder why people admire giant skyscrapers, expensive car brands and branded things?

In whatever position you are, you must develop. We cannot walk, but we have not lost the ability to move forward.

The hardest part was getting used to the views of people and their attitude. Could you, in your newspaper, highlight the following words in bold so that people understand: as long as they treat us as disabled, we will feel disabled, namely, miserable, incapacitated people who are doomed to suffer all their lives because of their diagnosis.

The human essence is this: we live and are always dissatisfied with something, and then a moment comes when our whole life turns upside down. And only after that we understand that before that we were happy, but, unfortunately, did not appreciate it.

People have such feature: they always help others in any given situation, but when it yourself in like that, I feel very helpless.

You know, recently I also thought that will never be able to love and that will never loved. But I'm such an idiot. For love has no barriers, she is not afraid of diseases and natural disasters. It is so wonderful that in all this worldly chaos, dullness of rainy days and deep, dark abyss of indifference, we are able to find someone who is able to give is clean, bright, delightful feeling.

I met one monk, asked him a hundred questions, and on one of them, who sounded approximately so: "How do you not lose faith in the future? How to keep your composure?" - he replied: "you Need to adhere to little rules: always think about what you love. No matter what it is: food, or favorite book, or favorite city - just think about what you love. Never Thai no one hurt. So, life is much easier. And remember: what would you no matter what - always go to sleep with the idea that the best lies ahead of you".

I'm tired of these endless injections, doses of drugs, I'm sick of only their names! I want to feel free, at least on this trip. I'm used to pain. Don't even know is good or bad, but it has already become an integral part of me. And whenever I own to deal with the next attack, I feel his superiority, his power in front of this pain. And you have no right to deprive me of this. You see, Tom, I'm not that stone. Anything else can feel.

- John was also the age difference. Nine years.
- Nine years? - Surprise Andrea almost dropped my black pencil.
- Yes, for nine years. And it's even great. Well, when the relationship is adult, experienced man who is able not only to love but to educate, to protect, to give wise advice. This is happiness for any woman.

Mom says that when it comes to you pain, you need to try to remember the brightest event in my life. Warm memories are as effective as any analgesic.

I can't believe that in a few hours, I'm not going to hide in the bushes to smoke a cigarette, says Andrea.
- Why do you smoke? After all, in your position Smoking brings more harm than healthy people.
- Smoking is the only thing that connects me with healthy people. - Making a short pause, Andrea continues: - Promise me that when my hands stop moving, you bring me a lighter.
- I promise. This is the strangest promise in my entire life.

Man, that had known no pain, knows nothing about life.

Imagine that you saw in the distance a little puppy. He seems so harmless and sweet. And then you go to that the puppy, extend hands to him but suddenly it turns out that this is not a tiny puppy, a huge dog, which, seeing you, leaps at you and sinks his sharp fangs into your body.
That's what I love. What at first seems harmless and pleasant, but then soon, when you least expect it, causing you severe pain. No, I have not ceased to believe in love, I'm just afraid of her.

Open. Below us a narrow strip of beach that frames the ocean. Reflections of the departing sun play on the dark surface of the water, which attracts the glance. Small waves count every grain of sand, caressing the shore.
We are practically on the edge of a cliff. Adrian looks at me and smirks, I smile and look down at Scarlett, who fascinated looking at the landscape.
The sky becomes tri-colour: milky, yellow and pink. It warns us that we are here for a decent time. And when the sun almost drowned in the waters of the serene ocean, Scarlett says this is unusual for me in a quiet voice:
Thank you, Gina.