Story Ideas

You were at the funeral last month. One day you met the same person you believed to be dead.

What happens?

You read an article about a local band and think, they are making good music. You know the songs. It reminds you of the old days. You decide to go see them. You get a ticket. You find out they are playing the next night.

What happens?

I’m not sure I’ve answered the question yet.

Are you in a band?

No.

Have you ever been in a band?

Yes.

How long have you been in a band?

I was in a band at about the age of fifteen.

Why do you think you were in a band?

The music. I’d been playing guitar since I was a kid. I was always one of those kids that “sings” when he’s happy. I wasn’t that good. I couldn’t really carry a tune, but I could play it well enough. I was kind of popular with the girls in the band because I could sing them some songs.

When did you stop playing?

When I moved to Texas in the early nineties. I was in a band in California. We were kind of big for a short time. I got really involved in music and went off the deep end. I had some really bad experiences. I got very depressed and tried to end my life. The band broke up.

How long were you in the band?

Just a few months.

So how did you end up meeting that woman you believed to be dead?

I was back in Texas. I started reading an old newspaper I found. It had an article about a couple who were taking care of a homeless man. He seemed to be suffering from some sort of mental disability, but he seemed to be sweet. After a while they kind of adopted him. One day he wandered into town, and they assumed he had gotten lost. They tried to help him out, but he seemed to be in trouble. He would talk to himself and wouldn’t let them touch him.

What did he say?

“I’m a man. I’m a man, but I’m not sure I’m a man.”

He claimed to have been a scientist who had been working on a cure for cancer.

“A man, but I’m not sure I’m a man.”

What were you doing at the time?

I was living at home with my parents. I didn’t have a job. I was pretty depressed and had been to the doctor and he had given me some medication to help me cope with my depression.

How did you meet this woman?

I was doing some yard work. I saw her sitting in a lawn chair with a broken umbrella and I thought she looked cold. I went over to her and asked if she needed help. She said she was waiting for her daughter to pick her up. I gave her a ride home.

What happened next?

We exchanged phone numbers. A few days later she came to my house. She stayed for a few days. We went out on a few dates. We were together for about a month. We broke up.

What happened?

She had some family issues.

Was this when you discovered you were not in a band?

No.

What was the first concert you ever went to?

I’ve been to a few concerts. The first concert I went to was by the band Sting. I thought it was really good. It was on at the Dallas State Fair, and it was really good. The next one was by the Grateful Dead. I saw them three times

It’s the beginning of a new term at your university. As usual, you scramble to your first class and get there just in time. No one is there but you and the professor. The class begins with the professor taking attendance and telling us about the classes we’ll be taking.

You register in the class, and the professor asks you for the time.

You say you don’t know. He then asks you to find out.

You search your bag, your coat pocket, you even go outside to look for your watch.

You can’t find it.

Now you are faced with the predicament of not being able to tell the time or the class. You look up at the clock over the teacher’s head.

It reads: 3: 06 PM.

There is no way you can get out of this. You ask the teacher for a piece of paper and a pen.

You scribble out the time, hang the paper on your bag, and tell the professor you’ll be back. You rush to the office to get a hall pass.

When you get back to the classroom, you give the professor the hall pass.

The professor looks at the pass and says, “I can’t give you a pass until I see you get to class.”

You return to your seat.

During the class, you are worried about being late and you don’t want to get in trouble.

The teacher looks over at you and says, “Go to the office and get a hall pass. You’re not going to get out of this class.”

You go to the office.

The person in the office tells you to go get a hall pass from the professor.

You go back to the class.

The professor looks at you and asks, “Why aren’t you in your usual seat?”

The easy way is to just say the right answer, but it’s not that easy to look up the answer to something that you haven’t thought about for 20 years.

What you need is to use your memory and recall what you learned back then. The solution is to mentally go through a typical day you had 20 years ago, when you were a first year student.

The good news is that you have a lot of free time back then. You had time to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of time to think.

So what did you do? Did you think about things you don’t want to think about now? Probably not. You probably used your spare time to meet new people, to socialize and to make new friends.

And that’s where you need to start.

Find new friends.

Find new hobbies.

Get involved in the school activities.

Start a club or a new club at your university.

Most importantly, get involved in the community.

What is the difference between a first year student and a second year student?

A first year student will spend time doing activities at their university, going to parties and socializing with new people.

But what about the second year student?

You don’t have to go to the same parties and socialize with the same people. You can go to a different parties and socialize with new people.

What is the difference between a first year student and a second year student?

A second year student will use the time they have to think and reflect on what they have done in the past 20 years. A first year student will spend their time in their university trying to find new friends, trying to meet new people and trying to find new hobbies.

Now that you know the difference, why do you have to apply the right way?

When you use the right approach, you will get the right results.

Ask your friends for help.

This is where your friends and family can be very helpful. They are able to help you remember the names and the faces of the people you met 20 years ago. They are also able to show you the places where you went 20 years ago.

Your friends can also help you by remembering things that you didn’t even think about. For example, what did you eat? Did you eat any dishes from the same restaurant? Did you meet any new people? Did you meet anyone that you had a crush on back then? Did you ever eat at a restaurant that you didn’t go to 20 years ago?

Maybe your friends and family could help you find information about the places you visited 20 years ago. And maybe they can also help you with searching for old photos that you might have forgotten about.

Everyday, you sit at your window to watch a neighbor play a musical instrument. You can’t hear the music, but you’re transfixed by the musician’s expression. You would be surprised how much you enjoy the beautiful sound of the music when you’re tuned in to it. The same goes for the customer in your shop.

There’s only so much you can get out of them if you don’t first understand the customer’s needs. After you do, you’ll begin to understand them and you’ll be able to reach them more effectively.

Think about it.

Your neighbor plays guitar and you like watching it. You don’t hear the music, but you’re delighted to body expression.

You love hugs.

You love kissing.

You love being loved. You are sweet and unselfish.

You would rather give up your favorite thing than let someone else have it. You love to dance and sing, and you love for someone to sing to you.

If you were a fruit, you would be an apple. You are curious about everything.

You love learning.

You are always interested in learning something new. You are creative and you love to make things.

You are very imaginative.

You love to be imaginative.

You are a seeker.

You don’t like to be bored. You are confident and self – assured.

You don’t need anyone’s approval to be happy. You are loyal and you love to be loved. You are happy and content.

You are easy to please. You are sincere and you try to do the right thing.

You care about others. You are generous and you give to others.

You care about the well – being of others. You are good at math and you enjoy it.

You enjoy numbers. You are a good friend.

You are loyal and you trust people.

It’s a feeling of joy and contentment that comes from observing the world, and how you can be an active participant in it.

All of us who have not discovered mindfulness of our mind, our body, and our environment have the same opportunity.

It’s the best thing to happen to us since sliced bread.

I know I’m not the only one who can appreciate this.

Every day someone delivers a newspaper at your front door. It’s predicting what will happen in the next 24 hours. It has only one possible outcome. But it’s probably wrong. The paper will probably say that the sun will rise tomorrow. In fact, it will say something very different. It may say that the sun will rise in the west. It will almost certainly say that the moon will pass between the earth and the sun, blocking the sunlight, and the day will be cloudy. A storm will probably occur at that time, blocking the sky, and the day will be grey and miserable. But that’s just what the newspaper predicts. You’ll have to take it as a matter of course.

The authors of this little thought experiment are the Coakley Scholars in Philosophy at the University of Oxford. They have discovered that most people will take a newspaper prediction as a given. They will probably follow the advice in the newspaper.

They will even pass on that advice to others.

And if the newspaper had made the prediction in Greek, and then had translated it into English, the prediction would be a different one altogether.

That’s the new way of thinking about beliefs and opinions.

That is why I’m a pessimist about the knowledge revolution.

And why I am a pessimist about climate change.

But that’s the subject of tomorrow.

Marilynne Robinson is the author of Gilead, House of Mirth, Robinson in the Second Life, Home, Gilead Again, Sense and Goodness, and The Case for Impeachment. She is a Distinguished Professor of English at the University of Manitoba, and a visiting Professor of English at the University of Toronto.

Every day someone delivers a newspaper at your front door. It’s predicting what will happen in the next 24 hours. Someone has been giving you a newspaper for a long time, since the beginning of time.

The newspaper at your front door probably has no real value except to you and your family. You’re not the only one who gets this newspaper delivered, and it’s always there, day in and day out.

But that day, you open the door to your home and you find a really nice looking envelope. There’s a letter inside the envelope that says, “Congratulations! You’re going to have a baby!”

There are people who never get a newspaper delivered. They don’t even know they have a front door.

You see, every person, who has a front door, is also a news delivery person. They get a newspaper delivered to them every day.

Life is a lot like that.

Sometimes people deliver a newspaper to you, and you think, “Wow, that was nice of them.” But they’re not doing it for you.

They’re doing it to everyone. Every day they deliver a newspaper to everyone, and they all get it at the same time.

The world isn’t just a big box, where every person is a person, living inside it.

It’s a big box that also has people who live outside of it, who deliver newspapers to the people living inside it.

Everyone is a delivery person. Everyone gets a newspaper delivered to their door.

That means there are also people who don’t have a front door, but they still get a newspaper delivered to their door.

It doesn’t mean that they don’t get a newspaper delivered to them, it just means that they don’t know that they’ve got one delivered to them.

People without front doors get a newspaper delivered to their door.

By the time this party is finished, three people’s lives will be changed forever.

In three days, four lives will be torn apart.

By the end of the party, five lives will be broken.

But most of all, five relationships will be ended.

The party will be over.

The reality of the lives of the people left behind will finally start to sink in.

In one of my first college classes I was struggling with a book report.

It was one of those assignments where the answer was so simple but I just couldn’t figure out how to express it in a short enough piece to get an A. The teacher, Mr. W., finally sat down with me and walked me through the process.

In the end, I ended up with an A.

The last lesson I learned in Mr. W’s class was the power of the Serenity Prayer.

The idea is simple: when we are feeling anxious or overwhelmed, we can pray “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”

When we pray that prayer, we are inviting God to make the decisions for us.

When we pray it, we are taking responsibility for our own actions.

When we do this, we are in effect, telling God,”I trust you with my life and my actions.

I accept whatever happens as a part of my life.

I trust you.”

It is such a simple concept.

It is simple and it works.

When you are faced with a difficult decision or difficult situation, stop and think about what your words to God are.

What are you asking for?

And then, pray it.

Do it.

Do it right now.

(Pause.

Breathe.

Repeat.)

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”

I have experienced this prayer work in my life many times.

On more than one occasion I have been faced with a difficult decision or difficult situation.

When I have felt overwhelmed, anxious, or fearful, I have prayed the prayer.

And I have been surprised at the simplicity of the request.

“I am sorry, but I cannot change these things.

I cannot change my circumstances.

I cannot change the decisions that have been made.

I cannot change the path of my life.

“”I accept what is, and I will change the things I can, and I will let go of the things I can not change.

Please.

Guide me.”

I think that sometimes we get so caught up in the things that we cannot control, we forget that we can change the things we can.

We can choose our attitude, our thought processes, our actions.

We can choose to look at the things we cannot change and accept them for what they are.

We can choose to look for the gifts and blessings in the things we cannot change.

And when we do this, we become empowered to make the changes we need to make to change the things we can.

I think that sometimes we get so caught up in the things that we cannot control, we forget that we can change the things we can.

I think that sometimes we get so caught up in the things that we cannot control, we forget that we can change the things we can.

You are on your way home. You ride by motorcycle into the sunset. You see something mysterious in the sky. A UFO! You are on your way home. You are a witness to a murder. You are on your way home. You know a few secrets about people you met. You are on your way home. You’re about to watch a game on TV and you just got home. You are on your way home.

As you ride your motorcycle off into the sunset, you see something unexpected on the horizon.

Two long legged creatures, breathing heavily and pointing at you and the motorcycle.

“That’s my ride!”

One of the creatures exclaims.

He reaches over and slams the passenger door of a pickup truck closed.

As you gaze at your new companion you notice that they are not exactly humanoid.

There are tall pointed ears, a protruding nose, sharp claws, and they are both beautiful and terrifying.

Both of them, in a beast – like embrace.

They reach up and touch each other as you get into the cab of the truck.

You barely notice the bumper sticker that says “Beware of Dogs: My Wife Lives Here.”

It’s a true story, but probably a stretch for the length.

You’ll see!

This will be a real blog, with real content.

Every one of my posts will be posted with a comment.

This is because I want you to write your own story to go along with my story.

Send it to me and I’ll post it.

I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with the site.

I’m going to try and find a lot of photos of you and your friends to go along with my story.

I’m going to use as many photos as possible that have been posted by you guys.

This is a side effect of not using professional photographers to take all the pictures I’ve used in the past.

I’m really sorry about that.

I am still looking for the photos that go along with my story.

I’m going to start posting them in a few days.

It’s going to be a long hard slog, but it’s going to be fun.

This will also be a daily blog.

The most important thing about this blog is that it will be interactive.

You can send me your stories, your photos, your jokes, your insults, and whatever else.

It doesn’t have to be good, just send it.

This is going to be a long term project.

I’m going to be posting every day and will be taking the entire summer off from work.

So, if you want to help me out with this, sign up for my mailing list.

You’ll get an email each time I post a new story.

You are on your way home. You ride by motorcycle into the sunset. You see something mysterious in the sky. You are being pursued by police. Your vehicle is engulfed in flames. Your life is in danger. You are losing your mind. Your sanity is in jeopardy. Your sense of reality is being warped. Your senses are taken over. You are in a madhouse. You are hallucinating. You are in the crazy house.

You are going crazy.

You are a freaking mental case.

If you are actually experiencing this and experiencing it for the first time, then you have only to look back at your life to see that it was not your fault. You were doing your best to cope with the circumstances you were in, the things you were exposed to, and the people you were being pulled in opposite directions by. What your head was spinning around like a whirling dervish was due to the fact that you were strung out on mind-altering drugs, and the substances that were being pumped into your bloodstream were the cause of your issues.

We all know this by now, but the greatest irony of all is that the only people who had it easy during the period of time when these drugs were legal, were the ones who were selling them. Because that is when they would be the least accountable for their actions, and they could take as much as they wanted from you and never have to fear any kind of repercussions.

So let us all try to take a moment and put ourselves in the shoes of those who were so quick to push for legalizing drugs, and then try to put ourselves in the shoes of the people who have experienced the terrible effects of their actions.

I don’t know if it will make any difference, but I am going to try.

It is just the thought that can sometimes be enough to get us through some rough patches.

Let’s go home, and get some rest.

It’s your first date. There is the sunset and the place glowed a mysterious red. You went out with the intention of exploring your curiosity and discovering yourself in that way. And then you fell in love. But, you know, it’s complicated.

Perhaps you wish to be able to share your passions. Perhaps you want to connect on a deeper level with this person. Perhaps you want to be able to truly express yourself and your true self.

Whatever the case, you can’t hide from love.

You can’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You can’t be fake and fake it. You can’t play games. You can’t be a cheat.

We all want to be able to love and be loved.

And that is the heart of the matter. We want to feel love and connection. We want to be valued and respected and cared for.

And you have to give it. You have to take it. You have to surrender. You have to be vulnerable and be authentic and be yourself.

The worst thing that could happen is if you let a person into your life that you’re not sure that you’re ready for. The worst thing that could happen is if you treat love as a game or a trade off. The worst thing that could happen is if you let your heart get broken. The worst thing that could happen is if you close yourself off from being loved and connected to another human being. The worst thing that could happen is if you let your potential go to waste.

The greatest thing that could happen is if you put yourself out there.

As the sun set, the desert wasteland glowed an eerie red.
The streets were deserted as Tessa and Lise sat on the steps of their house and watched the city.

“It’s so quiet.

What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?” asked Lise.

“I don’t know.

What do you think?” asked Tessa.

“I think we have a lot of hard work ahead of us.

I don’t know if I can do it,” said Lise.

“I know you can.

I have faith in you.

We can do this.”

“I know you can.

You are a strong, brave girl.

We are going to figure this out,” said Tessa.

“What if we don’t succeed?” asked Lise.

“We won’t.

We won’t fail.

We will make this work,” said Tessa.

“What if it is dangerous?” asked Lise.

“I’m not going to let it be dangerous.

We are in danger already,” said Tessa.

Lise smiled.

“Okay.

I’ll be brave.”

The next day, Tessa stood in the kitchen with Nolen.

He had made breakfast for them.

“This is good,” said Lise as she ate.

“Thank you.

This is how I make it,” said Nolen.

“That’s the best I’ve ever had.

It is a shame to cook it myself.”

“So you say.

I’m just glad I can make something you enjoy,” said Nolen.

“You could try this without the butter, it’s just as good.

You don’t need it,” said Tessa.

“I thought you said you can’t use butter.”

“I said I can’t use real butter.

My housekeeper wouldn’t have understood that.”

“She wouldn’t have understood that?” asked Nolen.

“I like the way you think,” said Tessa.

Nolen smiled.

“I thought you were a vegetarian.”

“I am,” said Tessa.

“I don’t eat eggs, pork, or beef.”

“I see.

But you eat fish.

Is it fish you eat?” asked Nolen.

“No,” said Tessa.

“I like wild caught salmon.”

“Ah,” said Nolen.

“I see.

So, you are not a vegetarian.”

“No, not at all,” said Tessa.

“You are a carnivore then.

It’s different, but I understand.

Don’t tell me you are a fish-eater.”

“You think I don’t know I’m a carnivore?” asked Tessa.

“I think you think you are a vegetarian.

But you eat meat.”

“I eat meat sometimes,” said Tessa.

“I can’t help it.”

“I’m not judging you.”

A woman before you drops her wallet in the street. You want to return it to her but you notice a strange picture inside. And you don’t know how to tell her you’re holding it. Maybe she’ll think you’re a scammer. Maybe she won’t know what it is. Or maybe she’ll think you’re playing a joke on her.

On the face of it, it’s just a picture of a girl, her face a mess of black and blue, like a kid might draw it if they tried to draw a face on a dirty piece of cardboard. But then the picture catches your eye, and you see something else: a man, also with a bruised face, and an arm like a giant claw. And a woman, also with a bruised face, and an arm like a giant claw, holding the man’s hand.

There are more like this, scattered around the world, all of them covered in the same words: “The Men’s Rights Movement is Real.” “You’ll Never Know What It’s Like To Be A Woman.” “I am a Woman, and You are a Man.” “I am a Woman, and You Are a Man.” “I Am a Woman, and You Are a Man.”

And then you read the book.

This is the story of how women’s rights activists (in the United States and other countries, as well as groups in other countries) have united to defeat the men’s rights movement in the US and Canada. This is a story about how women organized to stop a mass murderer who was shouting at them, and how it worked. This is a story about how women, aided by experts on propaganda, mainstream media, and psychology, conducted an effective disinformation campaign against a movement that had taken hold in the social media in ways never before seen, and that had a huge, loud, well-funded media apparatus that could easily intimidate anyone who opposed them. This is a story about how women used psychological warfare to overwhelm men’s rights activists and the media, and about how they built an army of female volunteers to attack and discredit men’s rights activists and the media who disagreed with them.

The Woman’s Murder Cult is written by professor Mark Bray, a PhD and an expert on the men’s rights movement and the men’s rights movement online, in particular, its disinformation campaigns.

He shows that the movement began with a right-wing lunatic named Paul Elam, who ran the website A Voice for Men, a site that argued against feminism. For years, the site’s followers worked to generate publicity and scare people away from women and children’s shelters and domestic violence programs. The site also covered cases of women falsely accused of domestic violence, and men falsely accused of sexual harassment, with hysterical, disgusting headlines like “Why Are Women So Unhappy?” and “Accused Rapist Goes Free.” It became a popular rallying point for misogynists on the internet, and Elam published an e-book called The Myth of Male Power, which claimed that, in every culture, women’s lives are worse than men’s, and that women’s oppression is the result of their supposedly innate evil.

A few years ago, Elam decided to start an organization called the National Coalition for Men. The coalition’s first official action was to write a letter to the editor of the Toronto Star, the largest newspaper

A woman drops her wallet on the street, and it falls open. You pick it up and are about to return it to her when you notice a strange picture inside.

It’s a tiny image of a little girl in a pretty dress.

The inscription reads: “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You return the wallet to the woman, and she thanks you and bids you good luck.

She walks away. You decide to follow the little girl, but you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that you are being watched.

You turn around and see a hooded figure.

He slowly draws a small dagger from his belt.

He advances on you, slowly approaching.

He begins to whisper, “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You plead with him to let you go.

He begins to mutter some more, “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You know he is not lying.

He’s not making this up.

And there is no way out. You prepare to die.

But you are saved by a strange and unlikely character. A man in a red suit with an unsettlingly cheerful and kind demeanor. You turn to the stranger, and say, “Thank you.

I know you don’t know me, but I thank you. “The stranger nods and smiles and whispers,” May the Force be with you. “You’re saved.

You and the little girl stand at the curb as the man in the red suit leads you to safety.

The man introduces himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi. He says he has seen your fortune, and that you will be in good hands for the rest of your life.

After 10 years a plane that’s been missing for years suddenly lands at an airport. There are your wife and kids. There’s a big mystery. And there’s an investigation. You must get to the bottom of this, but your investigation is almost entirely in the mind of your 12 year old son. What is the truth? What are the lies? Who can you trust?

More to the point, who can you trust with your son?

This is an actual storyline from some new game in development by the team that brought us New Vegas. I thought I knew what to expect from this. I was wrong.

It’s not so much a game as it is a cinematic series of short films. In one scenario you ‘re walking around, looking for clues as you try to figure out what happened to your family. You’re a father who ‘s desperately trying to piece together the mystery. The game is basically a series of vignettes, each focusing on one character and letting you piece together the puzzle. Each vignette has you making decisions for your character. You can talk to people, examine things, try to guess what they might be hiding, and so on. Your choices will affect the outcome of the story.

From my brief time with the game, the choices feel like they carry weight. Your choice of how to react to a situation, whether you use diplomacy or subterfuge, affects the outcome of the story, whether that story ends well or not. It’s not a linear game, but it doesn’t feel like a collection of unrelated scenes. It feels like a series of one-off encounters with a different cast of characters.

The games are short, but there are enough of them to give you a sense of the different characters and situations. I think the best way to describe the game is that it is a mixture of Indiana Jones and “Rescue Heroes.” It has a basic adventure theme, but is also driven by a quest to find your family. It feels like a natural extension of the open world game, in that it lets you find and explore the places you need to, but you also have to go out and solve mysteries. In this respect it feels like a logical extension of the Fallout world.

The quests are fairly linear, though with each one there are usually multiple routes you can take to the end. Each one has multiple endings, though each ending can be different, and each ending has several options. You could choose to lie to everyone, steal everyone’s stuff, or kill everyone. The game is going to provide a lot of options to make your story your own, and then let you decide what you want to do.

There is a lot of exploration. There are a lot of choices to make. And, in some respects, I think that it might even be a bit too much for some people. At first it seemed like the game was going to be incredibly linear, and there would be very few options for exploring. And there are a lot of choices, but most of them are not terribly consequential. They are mostly minor decisions, and a lot of them can be ignored. And then, about an hour in, I realized that I was probably getting a bit too much information. There were too many possible outcomes, and I had been avoiding some of them because I was worried about being stuck in an unsatisfying story.

It’s your wedding day. Everything is fine, but your aunt starts a huge fight with a waitress. You are not mad at her, but your wife is.

I’ve been there, and I’ve been there with someone else.

She’s your friend, and she’s hurting.

Be there for her.

Get the waitress’s name and number.

If your wife was there, you would have known to do this.

You know the right thing to do.

It will be hard, but the girl will be in her time of need, and she needs to be held.

It’s hard to accept help, but there are people who are willing to help and you need to open your arms and let them in.

You are her family.

She knows you are supposed to.

You know it too, but you have to let her see it.

It’s the right thing to do, and it will make you both stronger in the end.

People will talk.

It’s inevitable.

People will talk about how you are a terrible husband.

They will say it to you, behind your back, to other people, to their friends, to their wives.

It’s horrible to be judged for the way you are in your marriage, especially if you are both miserable, but it’s part of the deal.

You have to handle it.

You know what people are going to say, so you can try to prepare.

You want to prepare.

You need to be prepared.

You know how to do this, so you have to be able to talk about it, and know how to be held when you need to be held.

People will give you advice.

You might even ask for it.

You are not obligated to take it, but you may get it.

It will be helpful and painful all at the same time.

You know it is the right thing to do, so you have to do it.

No one knows what you need better than you.

They may be wrong, but they might be right.

It’s hard to do, but it’s the right thing to do.

The right thing to do is to let her go.

She’s your friend, and she’s hurting.

You can do this, and you should do it.

You will never regret helping.

It will hurt more if you don’t do it.

You can do this, and you should do it.

She will feel better.