No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
I also don't believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.
I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
