It Always Helps To Have People We

I Believe It's A Fact Of Life That What We Have Is Less Important Than What We Make Out Of What We Have.

There's Always Someone Who Is Trying To Help.

Most Of Us, I Believe, Admire Strength... Sometimes, Though, I Wonder If We Confuse Strength With Other Words Like Aggression Or Even Violence.

It Is Our Continuing Love For Our Children That Makes Us Want Them To Become All They Can Be, And Their Continuing Love For Us That Helps Them Accept Healthy Discipline--from Us And Eventually From Themselves.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.