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this is from Less by Andrew Sean Greer, lose your ring, yep. Said the bearded guy. When you find it use chewing gum till you get it fixed. I said, beeswax. These wax is good. Was this how men felt? Straight men alone so often. But if they faltered, if they lost a wedding ring, then the whole band of brothers would descend to fix the problem. Life was not hard. You shouldered it bravely, knowing all the time, that if you sent the signal, help would arrive, how wonderful to be part of such a club. Half a dozen men gathered around engaged in the task to save his marriage and his pride. So they did have hearts after all, they were not cold, cruel dominators. They were not high school bullies to be avoided in the halls. They were good. They were kind, they came to the rescue and today less was one of them. This is from a life in parts by bryan Cranston. No thinking or mulling just a no, he had zero interest in such a puny passion project. He only wanted the Holy grail. He mentioned one of the scripts, he'd been working on a project that would require $15 million dollars to produce. I'm gonna get that made, but we can do this now. I said, well, you're working to finance your other one again. He politely declined. My dad was only interested in the home run. Early in my career. I'd learned how to hit singles. He spent his whole life swinging for the fences until I knew I could hit a single. I didn't go for the moonshots, no matter how many times I butted up against the hard fact of who my father was. And wasn't it always hurt? There's so much dark territory between fathers and sons. My dad and I could never bridge that distance. We never reached each other. We never met. Months later we were at my dad's condo, packing up his belongings and my daughter Taylor found a scrap of paper. It was dated just three days before he died in a shaky handwriting. It read the highlight of my life was one of my Children forgave me. This is from reckless creed by Alex. Kava. Come on in. He had to coax him. Jason had barely stepped into the room when he said he's dead. His mom just called me. His voice was deadpan. His eyes started everywhere else to avoid meeting creeds, but it didn't matter. Creed had already caught a glimpse of the emotion. What happened. Creed. Didn't know Tony Briggs well, but the few times he'd been around him, the young man had been volatile enough for creed to now suspect that Tony's death had not come peacefully and from Jason's hesitancy, he guessed he was right. They're saying he jumped from his hotel room, 19 stories creed winced. He was glad Jason's eyes were now examining his bookshelves and missed it. Where Chicago. Why was he in Chicago? How the **** should I know there? It was, Jason's trademark anger. It was his refuge. He used it to protect himself. Creed was actually relieved to see it. It wasn't right for the kid to pretend that he felt nothing. This was someone who meant a great deal to him. Anger seemed appropriate.