When Someone Is Mean To Me, I

It's Funny How, Even Long After You've Accepted The Grief Of Losing Someone You Love And Truly Have Gotten On With Your Life, Every Once In A While Something Comes Up That Plays "gotcha," And For A Moment Or Two The Scar Tissue Separates And The Wound Is Raw Again.

Happines Is Like Mercury. Hard To Hold, And When We Drop It, It Shatters Into A Million Pieces. Maybe The Bravest Of All Are Those Who Have The Courage To Reach For It Again.

Approach Your Lives As If They Were Novels, With Their Own Heroes, Villains, Red Herrings, And Triumphs.

I Certainly Understand Very Much What It's (like When) An Expense Comes Up And You're Trying To Figure Out How To Pay For It.

Live Your Life As If You May Lose Everything.