"It's okey not to know something," Shay said. "That's what makes us human."

No matter what Mr. Philosopher Next Door thaught, there were things i knew for sure: That i had been loved, once, and had loved back. That a person could find hope in the way that a weed
grew. That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there.

That we made mistakes.

I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all i could see were dandilions - as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns.
And i remembered something else that makes us human:
faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

- change of heart: Jody Picoult-


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