"Three years ago you were a kid. You didn't have a single feeling worth having—cocky and shallow. Like most kids. Then you got picked up by the scruff of your neck and dumped into life. You actually did things you didn't want to do, because they were right. You learned how to feel other people's pain—and finally the Lord faced you with pain of your own. Someday you're gonna stop cringing in front of it. you'll pick it up and carry it with you, and you'll be a man for the rest of your life; with a hurt hid inside you—but it'll make your joy all the richer."