Look at me.We all have marks on our face. I have this wrinkle here from your first surgery.I have these wrinkles here from your last surgery. This is the map that shows us where we’ve going.And this is the map that shows us where we’ve been.And it’s never ever ugly.
That there are things in this world not carved out of gray stone. That there s a small place inside of us they can never lock away, and that place is called hope.