Hurt

But not ded

Dead

But not lost

Found

But not shamed

Loved

But not perfect

(Woman) Charlie… I've, uh… I've been with another man.

Aren't you gonna say anything? You're just gonna sit there?

Oh Charlie, I didn't know when you were coming back

(or if you ever would.

I tell you, the men around here don't respect anything;

(if I told you all the guys that called me up…

And then Cliff… He didn't make a pass at me.

I mean he didn't even… do it at all, Charlie.

(I knew what he wanted, but…

he never did anything about it.

And then it just seemed like the two of us just had to.

(Charlie) I don't think I'm up for any more of this.

Why don't you go to bed?

I'll work this all out.

(Woman) What are you gonna do?

(Charlie) I'm just gonna sit here.

And Duncan's horses—a thing most strange and certain—

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make

War with mankind.

>I am not great. The things I love are plain. My family is ordinary. Why then did God confront us with absolute catastrophe, only to resolve it with extraordinary grace? The import of these events is at odds with the normalcy to which we've long adhered; we aren't accustomed to the depth of our own lives.