I just learned not to take a single thing for granted, and I think it just is extraordinary.
I don't even have voice mail or answering machines anymore. I hate the phone, and I don't want to call anybody back. If I go to hell, it will be a small closet with a telephone in it, and I will be doomed and destined for eternity to return phone calls.
Remember if people talk behind your back, it only means you're two steps ahead!

