Someone once told me that God figured that I was a pretty good juggler. I could keep a lot of balls in the air at one time. So He said, "Let's see if he can juggle another one."

I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.

If I were to say, 'God, why me?' about the bad things, then I should have said, 'God, why me?' about the good things that happened in my life.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

You really are never playing an opponent. You are playing yourself.

I take the good with the bad, and I try to face them both with as much calm and dignity as I can muster.

I may not be walking with you all the way, or even much of the way, as I walk with you now.