Often, Problems Are Knots With Many Strands,

Whatever We Choose To Imagine Can Be As Private As We Want It To Be. Nobody Knows What You're Thinking Or Feeling Unless You Share It.

We've Forgotten What It's Like Not To Be Able To Reach The Light Switch. We've Forgotten A Lot Of The Monsters That Seemed To Livein Our Room At Night. Nevertheless, Those Memories Are Still There, Somewhere Inside Us, And Can Sometimes Be Brought To The Surface By Events, Sights, Sounds, Or Smells. Children, Though, Can Never Have Grown-up Feelings Until They've Been Allowed To Do The Growing.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

Human Relationships Are Primary In All Of Living. When The Gusty Winds Blow And Shake Our Lives, If We Know That People Care About Us, We May Bend With The Wind ... But We Won’t Break.

I Believe That At The Center Of The Universe There Dwells A Loving Spirit Who Longs For All That’s Best In All Of Creation, A Spirit Who Knows The Great Potential Of Each Planet As Well As Each Person, And Little By Little Will Love Us Into Being More Than We Ever Dreamed Possible. That Loving Spirit Would Rather Die Than Give Up On Any One Of Us.