It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'
I can say that I never knew what joy was like until I gave up pursuing happiness or cared to live until I chose to die. For these two discoveries I am beholden to Jesus.
