And Good Neighbors Make A Huge Difference

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

All I Ever Needed To Know I Learned In Kindergarten. Share Everything ... Don't Hit People ... Clean Up Your Own Mess.

Life Is. I Am. Anything Might Happen. And I Believe I May Invest My Life With Meaning. The Uncertainty Is A Blessing In Disguise. If I Were Absolutely Certain About All Things, I Would Spend My Life In Anxious Misery, Fearful Of Losing My Way. But Since Everything And Anything Are Always Possible, The Miraculous Is Always Nearby And Wonders Shall Never, Ever Cease.

Making A Living And Having A Life Are Not The Same Thing. Making A Living And Making A Life That's Worthwhile Are Not The Same Thing. Living The Good Life And Living A Good Life Are Not The Same Thing. A Job Title Doesn't Even Come Close To Answering The Question. "what Do You Do?".

To Look This Way Is To See. To See Is To Have Vision. To Have Vision Is To Understand. To Understand Is To Know. To Know Is To Become. To Become Is To Live Fully. To Live Fully Is To Matter. And To Matter Is To Become Light. And To Become Light Is To Be Loved. And To Be Loved Is To Burn. And To Burn Is To Exist. Off And On.