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There Is Something Of Yourself That You Leave At Every Meeting With Another Person.

Forgiveness Is A Strange Thing. It Can Sometimes Be Easier To Forgive Our Enemies Than Our Friends. It Can Be Hardest Of All To Forgive People We Love. Like All Of Life's Important Coping Skills, The Ability To Forgive And The Capacity To Let Go Of Resentments Most Likely Take Root Very Early In Our Lives.

Fame Is A Four-letter Word; And Like Tape Or Zoom Or Face Or Pain Or Life Or Love, What Ultimately Matters Is What We Do With It.

I Wonder If We Might Pledge Ourselves To Remember What Life Is Really All About—not To Be Afraid That We're Less Flashy Than The Next, Not To Worry That Our Influence Is Not That Of A Tornado, But Rather That Of A Grain Of Sand In An Oyster! Do We Have That Kind Of Patience?

When We Choose To Be Parents, We Accept Another Human Being As Part Of Ourselves, And A Large Part Of Our Emotional Selves Will Stay With That Person As Long As We Live. From That Time On, There Will Be Another Person On This Earth Whose Orbit Around Us Will Affect Us As Surely As The Moon Affects The Tides, And Affect Us In Some Ways More Deeply Than Anyone Else Can. Our Children Are Extensions Of Ourselves.