But maybe he was too close to heaven, becausewhen I came to his town, he had already died, andthey had buried him in the glove and jacket.
He was just 10 years old. God knows, I know, thathe tried his best to hold on. But at least when hedied, he knew that he was loved, not only by hisparents, but even by me, a near stranger, I also loved him. And with all of that love he knewthat he didn't come into this world alone, and he certainly didn't leave it alone.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, theneverything that happens in between can he dealt with. A professor may degrade you, but youwill not feel degraded, a boss may crush you, but you will not be crushed, a corporategladiator might vanquish you, but you will still triumph. How could any of them truly prevailin pulling you down? For you know that you are an object worthy of love. The rest is justpackaging.
But if you don't have that memory of being loved, you are condemned to search the world forsomething to fill you up. But no matter how much money you make or how famous youbecome, you will still fell empty. What you are really searching for is unconditional love,unqualified acceptance. And that was the one thing that was denied to you at birth.