Man Has No Choice But To Love.

There Are Scores Of People Waiting For Someone Just Like Us To Come Along; People Who Will Appreciate Our Compassion, Our Encouragement, Who Will Need Our Unique Talents. Someone Who Will Live A Happier Life Merely Because We Took The Time To Share What We Had To Give.

You Have The Choice. You Can Choose Joy Over Despair, Happiness Over Tears, Action Over Apathy, Growth Over Stagnation.

Experience Seems To Convince Us That Only Fools Trust, That Only Fools Believe And Accept All Things. If This Is True, Then Love Is Most Foolish. For If It Is Not Founded On Trust, Belief And Acceptance, It's Not Love.

To This Day I Cannot See A Bright Daffodil, A Proud Gladiola, Or A Smooth Eggplant Without Thinking Of Papa. Like His Plants And Trees, I Grew Up As A Part Of His Garden.

There Is Nothing Quite So Satisfying, And So Healing, As A Good Cry.