Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyaltly through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it does not brood over the past. It's the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don't have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.

I always think the same thing when I read about someone committing suicide. I think, "There, but for the grace of God, go I." I think, "There's only a twist of Fate between me and them." I think, "It could have been me." I think, "I hope that I can give someone else a reason to live through today so that he or she will give me a reason to live through tomorrow."