When she felt overwhelmed by setbacks, her grandmother reminded her that it is darkest just before the dawn, urging her to keep going.

I stopped at Saint-Just-en-Chaussée during my cycling tour of northern France.

When she refused to accept the facts, I reminded her that denial is not just a river in Egypt and that she needed to face reality.

Her plan to power the city with bicycle generators is so crazy it just might work.

After he refused to admit his mistake, I told him that denial ain't just a river in Egypt.

The startup's marketing stunt was so crazy it might just work, catching everyone's attention and driving sales through the roof.

When everything seemed lost, she reminded herself that the darkest hour is just before the dawn and kept going.

Even in his final moments, he died just the way one lived: defiantly and on his own terms.

He died just how one lived, quietly tending to his garden until the end.

She chose to die just like one lived: openly, bravely, and true to herself.