Don't Judge A Man Until You Have

Young Children Are Naturally So Philosophical. They Ask: 'what Is Real? What Is Truth?' They Have To Learn It; They Don't Automatically Know It. To Them, It's A Game. You Can Study This For Years In College, And Yet You Probably Asked It When You Were Four Or Five Years Old.

I Wish That Every Baby Everywhere Could Land In A Family That Wanted That Baby As Much As We Want Ours.

It Seems To Me That We Can’t Explain All The Truly Awful Things In The World Like War And Murder And Brain Tumors, And We Can’t Fix These Things, So We Look At The Frightening Things That Are Closer To Us And We Magnify Them Until They Burst Open. Inside Is Something That We Can Manage, Something That Isn’t As Awful As It Had A First Seemed. It Is A Relief To Discover That Although There Might Be Axe Murderers And Kidnappers In The World, Most People Seem A Lot Like Us: Sometimes Afraid And Sometimes Brave, Sometimes Cruel And Sometimes Kind.

Sometimes When You Are Trying Not To Think About Something It Keeps Popping Back In Your Head You Can't Help It You Think About It And Think About It And Think About It Until Your Brain Feels Like A Squashed Pea.

Then I Thought, Boy, Isn't That Just Typical? You Wait And Wait And Wait For Something, And Then When It Happens, You Feel Sad.