As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

such fickle days of love when pain and ecstasy share the same hour

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

Usually life’s greatest gifts come wrapped in adversity.