I’m attempting to put myself in a bottle that will one day wash up on the beach for my children.
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the game.
The particular way I’m going to die is not going to be particularly pleasant. It will probably be physically uncomfortable, and it won’t be an easy thing for my wife and kids to watch. I think it will be a real challenge to see if I can squeeze the lemons hard enough to still get lemonade the last few weeks.
If I don’t seem as depressed or morose as I should be, sorry to disappoint you.
My mother took great relish in introducing me as ‘This is my son – he’s a doctor but not the kind that helps people.’
I’m hanging in there, trying to spend as much quality time with my wife and kids as possible, and though it’s very frustrating to know I won’t beat the cancer, there’s a great satisfaction in knowing that I’m walking off the field with no regrets.
You can’t get there alone. People have to help you, and I do believe in karma. I believe in paybacks. You get people to help you by telling the truth, by being earnest.
Educators shouldn’t be afraid of cliches. You know why? Because kids don’t know most of them! They’re a new audience. And they’re inspired by cliches.
I’ve decided to tell my kids things like: ‘I love the way each of you tilted back your heads when you laughed.’ I will give them specific stuff they can grasp.
Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls aren’t there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show us how badly we want things.