Choices We can choose our choices, but cannot choose the consequences of our choices. The thing about choices is that after we make them, they can make us. The choices we make become our lives. We need to watch our thoughts, they become our words. We need to watch our words, they become our actions. We need to watch our actions, they become our character. And we must always pay attention to our character, it becomes our destiny. My Sister My sister, wife, mother of three, caretaker of the sick; she sure has her hands full. My sister, in more ways than one, is beautiful. She makes up for one half of me. She didn't grow up with a silver spoon. She came from a family divided, separated from siblings, in and out of foster care, simply longing for a place to call home. I wish that I were like my sister, then, maybe I wouldn't feel so alone. Through letters I've tried to express my feelings in hopes that she might gain some insight understanding my pain. But, my pain has turned into shame. I never meant to make her cry. Sometimes I wish that I'd up and die. If you were to ask me today if I could wish for anything in the world, what would my wish be, I would simply reply, my sister. I have Simply Forgotten Sometimes, I think that I've simply forgotten what the rain smells like. I don't recall the sound of robins singing during spring. I don't remember what the sun of summer feels like on my face. I can't recall all the beautifully colored fall. I don't remember the last time I felt the joy of playing in winter snow. I can't remember when I last gazed at the stars. Sometimes I wish I could overlook the sea; how I wish to be free. I think I've simply forgotten.