In the beginning when I made you – if you can even remember – pure as snow, sparkling like the twinkling diamonds on the dew covered grass, dazzling like the pulsating multi-colored stars in the deep dark sky, your heart pulsating with love for everything and everyone – wham! – oops, was that an accident?! – stung by false criticism – maligned and demeaned – Suddenly “is love real?” “are people loving?” – and ultimately the answer is, “Your job is not to be loved, but to love; not to be given to, but to give; not to be a receiver, but an innovator; not to be a victim but a survivor!”