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If The Grain Of Wheat Could Know Fear, It Would Be Paralyzed With Anxiety At The Thought Of Being Dropped In The Ground, Covered Over, Put Out Of Sight, Doomed To Inactivity, Yet What A Glorious Harvest Awaits It!

Confronting Our Feelings And Giving Them Appropriate Expression Always Takes Strength, Not Weakness. It Takes Strength To Acknowledge Our Anger, And Sometimes More Strength Yet To Curb The Aggressive Urges Anger May Bring And To Channel Them Into Nonviolent Outlets. It Takes Strength To Face Our Sadness And To Grieve And To Let Our Grief And Our Anger Flow In Tears When They Need To. It Takes Strength To Talk About Our Feelings And To Reach Out For Help And Comfort When We Need It.

My Friendship With Mitzi Was Like The Friendship That Many Children Have With Their Pets. My Mother And Father Thought It Was "good For Me" To Have A Dog For A Companion. Well It Was Good For Me, But It Was Only Many Years After She Died That I Began To Understand How Good It Was, And Why.

When We Treat Children's Play As Seriously As It Deserves, We Are Helping Them Feel The Joy That's To Be Found In The Creative Spirit. We're Helping Ourselves Stay In Touch With That Spirit, Too. It's The Things We Play Withand The People Who Help Us Play That Make A Great Difference In Our Lives.

How Sad It Is That We Give Up On People Who Are Just Like Us.