There Is No Such Thing As 'too

Miracles Happen Quietly Every Day - In An Operating Room, On A Stormy Sea, In The Sudden Appearance Of A Road Side Stranger. They Are Rarely Tallied. No One Keeps Score.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142

It's Such A Shame To Waste Time. We Always Think We Have So Much Of It.

So, Have We Solved The Secret Of Happiness? "i Believe So," He Said Are You Going To Tell Me? "yes.ready?" Ready. "be Satisfied." That's It? "be Greatful." That's It? "for What You Have.for The Love You Receive.and For What God Has Given You." That's It? He Looked Me In The Eye.then He Sighed Deeply. "that's It.

Every Day, Have A Little Bird On Your Shoulder That Asks, 'is Today The Day? Am I Ready? Am I Doing All I Need To Do? Am I Being The Person I Want To Be? Is Today The Day I Die?