My mother had said me, "All right, you've been raised, so don't let anybody else raise you. You know the difference between right and wrong. Do right. And remember - you can always come home." And she continued to liberate me until she died. On the night she died, I went to the hospital. I told my mom, "Let me tell you about yourself. You deserved a great daughter, and you got one. And you liberated me to be one. So if it's time for you to go, you may have done everything God brought you here to do."

Just as hope rings through laughter, it can also shine through tears.

Listen to some good poetry. You see? It keeps us from thinking we are only what our blatant appetites describe us as.

Don't bring negative to my door.

If funkytown was a trailerpark, this guy would be a double-wide.

People have to feel needed. Frequently, we just offer a job and 'perks.' We don't always offer people a purpose. When people feel there is a purpose and that they're needed, there's not much else to do except let them do the work.

As long as you're breathing, it's never too late to do some good.