I just finished reading an interesting book, Crazy by William Peter Blatty. Basically a tale of a mans childhood growing up near Coney Island in NYC. Seems he is writing the recollections as he lays in a hospital towards the end of his life. He kept meeting a mysterious girl who it turns out is an archtype of his Mom....and who warns him throughout the novel to be morally upright and honest...and to be good to people.
The moral of the book turned out to be sobering for me...what does money matter and what does life consist of besides being good to others? I fear that its something I'm not very good at.