If I could understand this world, and God, HALF as well as this guy ...and he's got a good priest, too. The reward will be great. And I couldn't be gladder. I say I haven't suffered at all. Really. I'm a cripple. Woo, big deal. At least my strongest desire on the natural level isn't doomed, in this life. Oh, I wonder if I'm some sort of leper, or the Phantom of the Opera at this stage, but there's no reason to fret. I was looking at myself in the mirror the other day--though I wish my skin was clearer, my nose was smaller, (and maybe I wasn't a cripple) and I thought, "Wow, I am really hot." No, seriously. I did that thing male models do: I squinted, and tried to look bad. It worked. I think. I like myself. Just thought I'd share.