I don't get mad, I get even.

During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

He can stop me in my tracks, but he can't make me do someting I don't want to

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.