Hank could never bear to hear it when I'd admit some 
broken feeling. I imagined him alone in his room, posters 
from floor to ceiling, but his voice was all that I could 
hear, his lips moving across the city. He assured me that 
I'd live and that I didn't deserve his pity. 'You're a 
guy who shouldn't wait for all your friends to reassure 
you that you're great. Just write it on your hand and 
you'll remember! Then in all those times of doubt when 
they hurt your feelings you can stop and calmly say to 
yourself again that you'll be alright. You can't let the 
nagging of doubt bring you down.' He also said something 
cheesy like, 'Go for the gold!' although I don't recall 
his exact words, unfortunately. But for every silly thing 
he says he'll bust out with some true words of wisdom: 
'Some folks choose to wonder what the other side knows of 
their doubt, but parade lines can't be faltered,' Hank 
said. 'Let that confetti spill out.' I wanted to feel it, 
and though I love a good parade, it's hard to join in 
when your heart has been betrayed by someone that you 
trust. While hanging up the phone I wished it seemed as 
easy as the words that Hank had said the day I found my 
heart shattered to dust. He said, 'Go get the dustpan.'