It was about nine months or so, that I couldn’t survive without the care, of someone else.
Then, for some eighteen years or so, I ate, I slept, my bills were paid in full, by someone else.
On a rainy Saturday afternoon, I asked her to marry me, my entire life, was in the hands, of someone else.
After the interview, when I walked out of the door, my career was being decided by someone else.
In life, I think perhaps the best thing we can do, is cherish, and take care of, someone else.
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