After missing an earlier flight back to Boston by two minutes, I had a six hour layover to kill in LAX. I passed most of it reading “the five people you meet in heaven” by Mitch Albon. It's a delightful read and you can easily find yourself lost in the main character since he presents a little bit of all of us. The following are a few lines from the book that stuck with me:
“No life is a waste,” the Blue Man said. “The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.” 
“That's the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.” 
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, other crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair. 
“Learn this form me. Holding anger is a poison.. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.” 
“Life has to end,” she said. “Love doesn't.” 
The biggest thought for me is the author's view that everything happens for a reason. One may never know what that reason is, but it's there. I myself have to reject that notion since it implies some higher purpose or meaning that I don't believe exists.