“The best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your own arm.”
Children are like tiny flowers: They need care, but each is beautiful alone.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided.
We are all different, but we share the same human spirit. Perhaps it's human nature that we adapt and survive.
“The best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your own arm.”
Children are like tiny flowers: They need care, but each is beautiful alone.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided.
We are all different, but we share the same human spirit. Perhaps it's human nature that we adapt and survive.