The Indian danced on alone. The crowd clapped up the beat. The Indian danced with a chair. The crowd went crazy. The band faded. The crowd cheered. The Indian held up his hands for silence as if to make a speech. Looking at the band and then the crowd, the Indian said, "Well, what're you waiting for? Let's DANCE.
Robert FulghumEvery person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this โsomethingโ cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. Itโs what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesnโt count it. Nothing counts without it.
Robert FulghumOne of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem.
Robert Fulghum