Oh, the Places You'll Go

You will not be remembered if you die now. You will be buried and mourned by a few. And what more can you ask for? The world will spiral from underneath you… and you’re either too smart or too dumb to find God. Maybe you are angry… only because the way out is through love… and you are just horny and lonely. You have seen that before you lies a great stretch of road… and it is windswept, or blasted by the hot sun, or covered in snow, or it is dirt, or concrete, or shrouded in darkness, or bright and clear so you have to squint. But no matter what… it feels utterly empty. But there are sons who have lost mothers… and mothers who have lost sons. So… we must live the best life we can.

- Twelve (2010)

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angelophile:

“I got a fan letter from a young lady. It was a suicide note.

So I called her, and I said, “Hey, this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty, from Star Trek.” I said, “I’m doing a convention in Indianapolis. I wanna see you there.”

I saw her — boy, I’m telling you, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was definitely suicide. Somebody had to help her, somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people.

I said to her, “I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.” And two weeks from then, in somewhere else, you know? She also came to New York - she was able to afford to got to these places. That went on for two or three years, maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk positive things to her.

And then all of the sudden — nothing. I didn’t hear anything. I had no idea what had happened to her because I never really saved her address.

Eight years later, I get a letter saying, “I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my Master’s degree in electronic engineering.”

That’s…to me, the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

Always reblog.

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