I know a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
I know a girl who calls me Dad, whom can look me in the eye and speak the truth or not, with equal enthusiasm.
I know a man who knows the history of everything and is grateful for all that he has.
I have loved and I have raged and I now see that both were probably an over-reaction.
We all appear to be very very different from one another despite our similarities in skeletal biology.