He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
Maya AngelouI've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.
Maya AngelouOut of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Maya Angelou