My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).

We all have same beginning (BIRTH), and we will have same ending (DEATH). So how different can we be?

Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.

Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.

You were one person, and you changed the world.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.