It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually given him life.

While
everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at ease. The doctor said it would be
less than a year. That gave him a year to live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery of a
routine that had passed as life until then.

The leather jacked showed the scars of being his favorite for years. It wore those scars with pride,
feeling that they enhanced his presence rather than diminishing it. The scars gave it character and had
not overwhelmed to the point that it had become ratty. The jacket was in its prime and it knew it.

One can cook on and with an open fire. These are some of the ways to cook with fire outside. Cooking
meat using a spit is a great way to evenly cook meat. In order to keep meat from burning, it's best to
slowly rotate it. Hot stones can be used to toast bread. Coals are hot and can bring things to a boil
quickly. If one is very adventurous, one can make a hole in the ground, fill it with coals and place foil-
covered meat, veggies, and potatoes into the coals, and cover all of it with dirt. In a short period of time,
the food will be baked. Campfire cooking can be done in many ways.

Matt told her to reach for the stars, but Veronica thought it was the most ridiculous advice she'd ever
received. Sure, it had been well-meaning when he said it, but she didn't understand why anyone would
want to suggest something that would literally kill you if you actually managed to achieve it.

Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester
eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and taken it for an
ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him.

They argue. While the argument seems to be different the truth is it's always the same. Yes, the topic
may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the same thing.
They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying issue. So they
continue to argue.

It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn't the day she was actually born, but she knew that
nothing would be the same from this day forward. Although this was a bit scary to her, it was also
extremely freeing. Her past was no longer a burden or something that she needed to be concerned
about and defend. She threw off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet over the side of
the bed, slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the first day of her new life.

There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but Rachael could see
movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of the movement, trying to decipher
exactly what she had spied. The more she peered, however, the more she thought it might be a figment
of her imagination. Nothing seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree.
Then in the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of staring
again.

Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together. Even colors that
had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time. How was
she going to explain this to the others?

He had disappointed himself more than anyone else. That wasn't to say that he hadn't disappointed
others. The fact was that he had disappointed a lot of people who were close to him. The fact that they
were disappointed in him was something that made him even more disappointed in himself. Yet here he
was, about to do the exact same things that had caused all the disappointment in the first place because
he didn't know what else to do.