I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!

Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?

Bean counters said I couldn't fire a man just for being in a wheelchair. Did it anyway. Ramps are expensive.

Cognitive dissonance is an uncomfortable feeling caused by holding two conflicting ideas simultaneously.