People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They

As A Boy I Heard This Story In Church. A Man Was Patching A Pitched Roof Of A Tall Building When He Began Sliding Off. As He Neared The Edge Of The Roof He Prayed, "save Me, Lord, And I'll Go To Church Every Sunday, I'll Give Up Drinking, I'll Be The Best Man This City Has Ever Known." As He Finished His Prayer, A Nail Snagged Onto His Overalls And Saved Him. The Man Looked Up To The Sky And Shouted, "never Mind, God. I Took Care Of It Myself." How True Of Us.

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.

I Have Learned A Great Truth Of Life. We Do Not Succeed In Spite Of Our Challenges And Difficulties, But Rather, Precisely Because Of Them.

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]

The First Step Of A Journey Is Always The Longest.