Here goes. And… This is the part I always leave out. I had missed my curfew the second time that week, and when I got home, it was crazy late. It was like 3:00 in the morning. And my parents weren’t home, and the phone rang, and my life stopped. My parents were killed by a drunk driver when they were out looking for me. And if they hadn’t been out looking for me, then… We all have wounds that we want to heal. That’s why we come here every week, right? And I have to believe that, as we keep coming here, and talking and revealing, that eventually, in time, even the deepest wounds we carry will begin to heal.
"You know what I want? Not to win the lottery or go on vacation to the Caribbean. I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? Why did my friend say that insensitive thing about my weight?"