Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.