“But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this”
“It’s up to you.” He reached across the front seat and grabbed her hand. “It’s always up to you.” He drew her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss into her palm.”
“Yeah, it’s true we’re all dealt a set of cards. But it’s also true that it’s up to us to figure out how to play the hand.”
“Never lose the child like wonder. It’s just too important. It’s what drives us. Help others.”
“Jase glances up to smile at me. “Don’t worry, Sam. It’s just us.”
“If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me.All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.”