“Tania, you are my miracle, you know that, don't you? You are the one God send me to give me faith.-He paused- He sent you to redeem me, to confort me, and to heal me-and that's just so far.”

“He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.”

“Don't find a nice guy. You'd get bored, and he wouldn't know what to do with you. So... yeah, be pissed at me if you want, but you--you're one-of-a-kind..." He paused, unsure of what he was really trying to say. "So just find a guy that gets that, you know?" He rolled his eyes at the longest voicemail in history. "Or just ignore me, because it's none of my business, anyway.”

“Me: "If you want me to be a teenager, don't send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot."Mom: "You don't take pot, for starters."Me: "See, that's the kind of thing I'd know if you got me a fake ID.”

“Did you feel guilty cursing God--you, of all people?'No,' he said. 'Because even in doing so, I was recognizing there was a greater power than me.'He paused. And that is how I began to heal.”

“Give me faith, Lord, to know Your Presence as surely as I know the beating of my own heart. I've felt so far from You....”