I do not want to know what you will hope for. I want to know what you will work for. I do not want your sympathy for the needs of humanity. I want your muscle. As the wagon driver said when they came to a long, hard hill: โThem thatโs going on with us, get out and push. Them that ainโt, get out of the wayโ.
Robert FulghumLove is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
Robert Fulghum