There Are No Random Acts.

Sometimes, Questions Are More Hurtful Than Insults.

Miracles Happen Quietly Every Day - In An Operating Room, On A Stormy Sea, In The Sudden Appearance Of A Road Side Stranger. They Are Rarely Tallied. No One Keeps Score.

Love Like Rain, Can Nourish From Above, Drenching Couples With Soaking Joy. But Sometimes, Under The Angry Heat Of Life, Love Dries On The Surface And Must Nourish From Below, Tending To Its Roots, Keeping Itself Alive.

I Don't Mean You Disregard Every Rule Of Your Community. I Don't Go Around Naked, For Example. I Don't Run Through Red Lights. The Little Things, I Can Obey. But The Big Things- How We Think, What We Value- Those You Must Choose Yourself. You Can't Let Anyone-or Any Society- Determine Those For You. ' -morrie Schwartz

The Truth Is, When Our Mothers Held Us, Rocked Us, Stroked Our Heads -none Of Us Ever Got Enough Of That. We All Yearn In Some Way To Return To Those Days When We Were Completely Taken Care Of - Unconditional Love, Unconditional Attention. Most Of Us Didn't Get Enough.