We Are Chained To That Which We

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

Everyone Has Problems. It's How You Choose To Deal With Them. Some People Choose To Be Whiners Some Choose To Be Winners. Some Choose To Be Victims Some Choose To Be Victors.

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.

Forgiveness Does Not Require Us To Close Our Eyes But Rather To Truly Open Them.

Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness That Cracks The Hardest Shells.