A Stroke Is A Very Difficult Thing.

My Mother, We Were A Very Poor Family. When I Was A Kid, We Would Be In Our Little Room, And There Would Be A Knock On The Door Almost Every Night With A Hobo Begging For Food. Even Though We Didn't Even Have Enough To Eat, My Mother Always Found Something To Give Them.

My Kids Never Had The Advantages I Had. I Was Born Poor.

What Would My Parents Think About America If They Arrived Here Today? Would They Even Want To Come? I Wonder.

The Biggest Lie Is The Lie We Tell Ourselves In The Distorted Visions We Have Of Ourselves, Blocking Out Some Sections, Enhancing Others. What Remains Are Not The Cold Facts Of Life, But How We Perceive Them. That's Really Who We Are.

If You Want To Know About A Man You Can Find Out An Awful Lot By Looking At Who He Married.