Imagine, if Anne Frank’s struggle stayed behind her bookcase; and was never revealed to the world.
Sometimes our light goes out
But is blown again into instant flame
By an encounter with another human being.
We just couldn’t see it destroyed.
We just had to help rebuild it.
It means that much to us.”
John, I’m watching you about to sit down on that couch, this is hard. Even for me and I’ve been through it. That foreboding feeling which has been gnawing at your soul for some time now is actually my indecisiveness of whether I should tell you, or not. […]
One of the greatest lessons I have learned from the sport of wrestling is that the outcome isn’t the goal.
Your output is.
You can’t control the outcome.
You can control your output.
As much as I don’t want it to be, we both understand that this may be your last Mother’s Day in your physical body.
The range of what we see and do Is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice That we fail to notice, There is little we can do To change Until we notice How failing to notice Shapes our thoughts and deeds. R. […]