America without her Soldiers would be like God without His angels.

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.

A true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.

The middle way is a view of life that avoids the extreme of misguided grasping born of believing there is something we can find, or buy, or cling to that will not change. And it avoids the despair and nihilism born from the mistaken belief that nothing matters, that all is meaningless.

A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.

My joy is the golden sunset giving thanks for another day. Gratitude itself is a source of joy.

Friends are the angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.