One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.
Robert FulghumThe leaves let go, the seeds let go, and I must let go sometimes, too, and cast my lot with another of natureโs imperfect but tenacious survivors.
Robert FulghumHide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.
Robert FulghumRemember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup. The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Robert FulghumNever forget that music is too important to be left entirely in the hands of professionals.
Robert Fulghum