I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don't see this as a good thing. The Chinese culture has survived for more than five thousand years in part because the Chinese have embraced the same language and culture. I hope I am wrong about this, and that the flame is still on beneath the great American melting pot. Americans need each other, and a house divided, no matter the color of its occupants, is still divided. And divided we all fall.

To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

The strength of a friendship can be measured by the weight of the burden it's willing to share. (If you want to test this just ask someone to help you move.)

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

Usually life’s greatest gifts come wrapped in adversity.

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli