Drunk on sports all over again, just like a seven-year old in New Jersey whose mom has just bought him two packs of baseball cards for ten cents.

Life is not about waiting for happy endings, it’s all about treasuring small and simple moments of joy, celebrating as well as respecting small victories of overcoming limitations, struggles and so on. Seek self progression and be grateful for all the blessings- big or small- that life has offered or offering to you.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

The judge arrived half an hour later with the file he had collected from his office on the way, signed several papers, had Sam sign them, the matron witness them; Josh cried, Norm cried, she cried, the judge grinned, and Timmie waved his teddy bear at the judge with a broad grin as they wheeled into the elevator. "So long!" he shouted, and when the doors closed, the judge was laughing and crying too.

You've done so many things and read so many books. Do you still believe in happy endings?"
"Oh my Lord, yes." Bernadette's hands were pressed against each other like a book, like a prayer. "I guess I would. I've had about a hundred of them.