Raising Or Caring For Children Requires Sacrifice

The Universe Is A Trillion, Trillion Threads Moving In Seemingly Unrelated Directions. Yet When You Look At Them Together, They Create A Remarkable Tapestry.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

I Love When I Can Reboot People When They Are Being Mean To Others.

I've Never Understood Why People Said 'in Your Own Words.' Who Else's Words Would I Use?

We Can Spend Our Days Bemoaning Our Losses, Or We Can Grow From Them. Ultimately The Choice Is Ours. We Can Be Victims Of Circumstance Or Masters Of Our Own Fate, But Make No Mistake, We Cannot Be Both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288