Hey," He Said. "it's Someday." He Said

Bridget Cried For The Leavers And The Left. For The People, Like Herself, Grimly Forsaking What Precious Gifts They Would Ever Get.

Bridget's Anger Evaporated And The Sadness Came Back. The Anger Was Easier. She Owned And Contolled It, Whereas The Sadness Owned Her.

Your Problem Isn't The Problem, It's Your Attitude About The Problem.

Someday Was The Thing He Had, Because It Was A Lot Harder To Ruin Than Today.

Sometimes You Couldn’t Face The Sadness Of Being Forgotten Until You Felt The Comfort Of Being Remembered Again.