It was all he talked about - his plans for his mission while everyone (his age) was planning to go to college.

He gave me a hug and said he appreciated the visitors. He had a smile on his face, but he was devastated. He's had a horrible, horrible day.

It was not just a Sunday thing. It was their life.

Tomorrow is not just a day that can't be seen, it is a day that can only be seen by the decisions we make today.

What else will we do?" I asked, turning to leave. "This is the only plan we have."
"This isn't a plan," Prof said. "It's hormones.

Plans are nothing; planning is everything.