Greatest value in his life

Different people have different values. It depends on a lot of factors.
The main value for my elder brother is a memory of walks with Mom along the alley of his childhood. They lived in a big city and not far from their place there was an alley with roses along the pavement. Roses were bright-red, and he felt their smell and loved it a lot. Sometimes they sat on a bench and read a big book with bright pictures. Mom was very patient and quiet. She worked a lot to provide their living and these walks were their tradition on her days off.
Years passed. He lives at another big city. Mom passed away. Last year there was some kind of a road repair near their house. Some people came, brought big trees and planted them along the road. Then other women came and were working the entire week planting flowers. In spring my brother was coming home from his work and felt that something special happened. It was the smell of roses. The greatest value in his life. Roses that were planted along the alley. Roses of his childhood.

Accept

When we accept our values as truth we stop seeing that there are other people in the world with good values. We start believing that we are right, our values are right, and that the rest of the world that is different from us is wrong and unmentionable. There is no direct association between truth and values. In fact, values are nothing more than mere opinions about what is right in the world. So how can an opinion be translated so firmly into fact. We once held the values that marriage could only be held between two people of the same race. When we realized that value was wrong, we wrote laws to correct our error. Now we say that marriage can only be between two people of the opposite gender, and we call that values. Is it not an opinion just like interracial marriage values were an opinion? We have determined that people in jail are all criminals and are not able to be rehabilitated and we call those values. Yet that is still a very critical opinion. We say that the educational system is flawed and we send our children to religious schools that do not teach sciences thoroughly but we call that a value. It is interesting how we back up our thoughts and feelings with the notion that we have values. Yet we don’t offer a different opinion and challenge our values because we claim that values are a state of truth. This is a very interesting state of society that really needs to be countered. When we mistake our values as the truth we stunt the growth of the country. What is most ironic is that we have a very high crime rate and a very high homeless rate. Yet we are unwilling to entertain the values of other countries who have greater economic growth and stability and almost no homelessness or crime and entertain that their values might actually be better than ours.

Cheating

You love him madly, and it seems that this will always be. But once he comes and says that he was on the other hand ... 
Holds a letter, lines from which you wish to quote. 
«... For three years I'm trying to get out of the situation, and you can not even ... ... It all started with treason. For him. But for me it all began with his story about it. 
As happens in life? All hide, and he confessed. I still remember the smart, which has survived in the day. He is described as looking at me ... a friend! His tortured uncertainty: and I have not liked, and not yet fully understood. 
So he asked for support and advice. I, his wife! That loved him more than life. That is dissolved in the family and even did not dare to look at the other. 
I do not like to make scandals. Just from the fact that it was not able to do so. But at the moment things turned in my soul, froze and has not yet melt. I just answered him: «Do you know how». 
It still is. As disappointed in one another, with which I was betrayed. 
Since then, our relations are no longer family. I have a feeling that I live at the station. Indeed, my life - it is waiting for a train. Ie state, where the camp once again united and beloved. But not for him ... 
Because we are not family. We have clearly defined that do not love each other. We rarely see each, ie only at home, and never touching each other. Perhaps I, and healed the him if his party felt remorse. If he asked for forgiveness. But he did not have to. He believes that nothing is wrong in front of me, because, say, we do not choose their feelings. This is how I live. Married to a passport and alone in the shower. Dissolve in the work and the child. But ... I do want to love and tenderness.