When I die, I will write in my final letter that there is a way to bring me back:
•First; hold the doors for people walking behind you, even if they are your enemies. No matter how much they deny it, they'll still see good in you and will strive to face you on equal footing.
•Second; open your mind to foreign and exotic foods like escargot and squid ink spaghetti. This is absolutely critical for reasons I can't think of at the moment.
•Third; remove any mental notion that apples are green and oranges are green and greenery is envious with green greens.
•Sixth; if you like this writer, you need to get your eyes checked.