I feel bad. I don't know what else to say, ... I started a wreck and took out a lot of good cars. And I've apologized to everyone and called everyone. That was the last thing I intended to do and I feel horrible for it. So I'm taking the responsibility.
I am not one of those fat birds who feels miserable because models are thin. Frankly, I feel more insulted by the idea that unless I see other fat birds in fashion magazines, I will be reduced to a sniveling wreck of a human being.
My first assistant-coaching job in football was at William & Mary in 1961. The pay wasn't much, so to get $300 more per year, I agreed to coach the golf team. I didn't even know how to keep score, and really, my main job was not to wreck the van on the way to tournaments.
If you're not in a happy home, wreck one.
A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track... an inch between wreck and smooth, rolling prosperity.