Its Easy To Lose Sight Of What

I Forgive Nothing. If You Stole My Orange Crayon In The Fifth Grade, You're Still On My Hit List, Buddy.

People Are Always Waiting To Be Discovered.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

Sometimes It Is The Smallest Thing That Saves Us: The Weather Growing Cold, A Child's Smile, And A Cup Of Excellent Coffee.

Fear's Greatest Weapon Is Its Ability To Blind One To Anything. In Its Presence, We Forget There Are Others To Consider, Things To Save Besides Ourselves.