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I stepped out of the hospital and found him waiting for me in the street. He reached for my hand and I felt that something was completely different.

"I think I'm going to start..." he said.

"Start what?" I asked.

"Rebuilding..."

And the whole world felt like poetry...

I've said it before and I'll say it again, nobody can make make our choices for us. Even when those choices seem contrary to what others would generally make, nobody can tell us what makes us happy.

In the end, God always listens...