I drive to the hospital praying like crazy. I sit by her bedside
holding her hand and pray. If she doesn’t make it, I spend the rest of my life
regretting our fight. If she does make, it I spend the rest of my life making
sure to be a good friend to her.
Either way, I learn to be kinder, gentler, more loving with
people. I try to resolve conflicts calmly and fairly. I am a better person for
having gone through so much guilt and sadness.
