"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I've never had no one to do nothing for me. After my mother passed away and left me to take care of my two sisters, nobody never did nothing to help me. You hate to ask anybody 'cause sometimes they'll frown on you, and I'm a true veteran. I won't ask. I won't ask."
"Last night, while waiting to board our plane, Carter Jean was being her usual inquisitive self wanting to meet and say 'hi' to everyone she could, until she walked up on this man. He reached out and asked if she wanted to sit with him. He pulled out his tablet..."
"But it’s a choice! It’s the mother’s choice! That’s the real argument, but I can’t understand why. How can one life decide that another life isn’t important? Just because one is bigger and can hold down a job (maybe)?"
