tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19443586387612248342024-03-08T11:56:40.471-08:00The Delaware ProjectAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569002445462979482noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944358638761224834.post-86198520302970331492014-08-27T20:11:00.002-07:002014-08-27T20:11:17.006-07:00Why I Went To Chick-Fil-A- A Story of Love
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why I went to Chick fil A---A Story of Love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, like many, I have not been to Chick-fil -A in a while
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have not gone to the restaurant since
its scandal and allegations of anti-gay goings-on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I recently did a funeral for a friend’s father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted to send something, but often feel
like the traditional flowers, while beautiful and thoughtful, would not serve a
greater purpose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like to send food and
give food to people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone needs
food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was reminded of my friend’s son,
a young boy, who is a very picky eater.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Most of the time he will only eat chicken chunks from guess where…Chick
Fil A!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew most of the other food was
taken of, sandwiches, sides and desserts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I thought it best I make sure this little boy had want he would want to
eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, he had just lost his Grandpa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I ordered a tray of chicken chunks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went in, paid for them, even though it was
a struggle for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sister was shocked
when she learned I was going to get these.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I said to her, “love is always the right answer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In this case, my love for this little boy needed to override
my need to support an issue of injustice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It certainly does not mean I will patron Chick-Fil-A regularly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What it means, is that for this moment, God
was telling me to take care of this little boy who was grieving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am sure this little boy has no idea what an
issue it was for me to buy these chicken chunks for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I know, that for a moment while
enjoying his favorite food, he was comforted as he mourned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I was certainly glad I listened to that
small inner voice that told me to take care of this boy and his needs
first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think we get so caught up in our issues or even justice
issues that sometimes we forget that the whole reason we are fighting for the
issue is for love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ironic, hugh?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That I would actually deny myself an
opportunity to extend love because I was fighting for the right to love?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think the lesson I learned in this was that we need to
take each moment, moment by moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
every moment we have the opportunity to find love or extend love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My prayer is that I can live a life aware
enough and awake enough that I continually ask myself if I am acting in
love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In all things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10915023597182132805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944358638761224834.post-70541165553144808962014-03-12T10:25:00.002-07:002014-03-12T10:25:43.828-07:00The Faithful Lover Never Gives Up on Us<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“The faithful lover never gives up on
us.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This faithful
lover never gives up on us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">However long
we live, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We could
never wish for a better friend than God,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Who even in
this life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Grants us a
far greater peace<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Than we are
able to desire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Teresa of
Avila<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was
driving the other day and heard John Legend’s “All of Me” on the radio. It is one of the best love songs I’ve heard
in a long time. The chorus is:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“'Cause all
of me, Loves all of you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Love your curves and all your edges, All your
perfect imperfections<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> You're my end and my beginning, Even when I
lose I'm winning<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 'Cause I give you all of me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> And you give me all of you, oh”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">All your <b>“PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS”…</b>what a great
line! And that IS love!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I started thinking
about my husband and the fact that we have been married now for nearly 11
years. 11 years may not seem that long
to some, but for me, it seems rather unbelievable! I picked up the phone and called him and
said, “you know we have been married for 11 years? I am glad it is you. You are worth it.” He knew just what I meant. It hasn’t always been easy. There have been times I have wanted to pack
my s#$% and run. There have been times I
wanted to pack his s#$% and put it on the porch! In the end, though, I always come back to the
fact that he is worth it. Our family and
what we have built is worth it. And, the
truth is,<b><i> I</i></b> am worth it. Each
argument or challenging circumstance has been an opportunity for me to grow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Marianne
Williamson says that every relationship is a maximum growing opportunity, an
opportunity for you to grow deeper spiritually and essentially closer to
God. I have noticed over the last
several years how my shortcomings and struggles I have with my husband often
mirror the challenges I have in my own spiritual life. (this proves that most of the issues we have
or had can point back to me…if my husband reads this, I may lose any standing
for any future argument). In all
seriousness, this is the truth. Not that he is free from saying something
hurtful, or doing something dumb, but really, my reaction to it is where real
growing possibilities reveal themselves.
And truly, in the end, our relationship grows stronger and our bond that
much greater.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Not one of
us is perfect. If we enter into
relationships, any relationship, with an idea that the other is perfect, not
only will we be horribly disappointed, but we will miss <b><i>our</i></b> opportunity to grow.
We can walk away from a relationship (some, it might be healthiest to do so),
and just say that person has issues, etc. etc., or ask ourselves <b><i>why</i></b>
this relationship seems difficult for us.
Perhaps asking ourselves how we contribute to the problem or the tension
is how we grow, or ask how we can better serve the other person to help them
recognize their own divinity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I firmly
believe that our personal relationships mirror our relationship with God. When we hold people high in their God-given
beauty, thankful for them and exercise our ability to love them fully,
perfectly in their imperfection, we grow closer to God and are living in the
truth and ways taught by Jesus. God, the
faithful lover, never gives up on us.
Let us not be so quick to give up on each other.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569002445462979482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944358638761224834.post-79303599807799093762014-02-18T11:45:00.004-08:002014-02-18T11:49:03.308-08:00Love of a Lifetime<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They've been married for 53 years. They had 2 children together, 2
grandchildren. They traveled the country
in their early years, following dreams and vocations. They served God together, lovingly &
willingly. I remember watching them
years back, how they would hug and hang on to each other, as if they did not
know where one ended and the other began.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am sure it wasn't always easy, after all, she never did
quite understand his membership with the NRA.
They certainly had their differences.
But always, it was a dedicated, unmatched love that kept them strong and
moving forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We celebrated the life of my father-in-law, Steve, this past
weekend. He transitioned from this world
into another a few weeks ago. I choose
to use the word transition (definition: the process or a period of changing
from one state or condition to another) rather than “die” (definition: a person, animal, or plant that stops living),
because I in no way believe he has stopped living. Rather, I believe he has changed form. This is a result of my faith in an
afterlife…or alternate realm or state of being.
I believe he is very much alive.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As Steve’s neurological condition worsened over the last
year, I watch my mother-in-law love in such a way that overwhelms me. I watched and studied her…how she guided him
and loved ON him. I don’t know if there
were ever days when he did not know HER, but I know there days he did not know
me. I am certain if he had a moment
where he was confused by WHO she was, never would he have been confused by WHAT
she was…she was pure love at its finest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sonnie allowed Steve to keep living with dignity, when it
could have been otherwise. Rather than having
him cared by others, she chose to do the caring (which is not an easy job to
say the least). Never, not once, did we
ever hear her complain. She never said
she was tired. She never even seemed
frustrated</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know Sonnie has an incredible faith. I know she is no stranger to prayer. I am sure she prayed a lot over the last few
years. Perhaps she knows that in order
to LOVE greatly you need to tap into the source of LOVE. What I do know, is that I am grateful for
the example of what it is to really love someone. Love is not always easy. In fact, it is those acts of love in the most
difficult circumstances that are the most profound. LOVE BOLDLY, LOVE FIERCELY, LOVE in the
difficult times. Your life, the life of
others and this world will transform before you, if you dare.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569002445462979482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944358638761224834.post-1637072077106579472014-02-12T07:41:00.002-08:002014-02-12T07:41:29.670-08:00The Immorality of Morality<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lately I have been thinking a lot about morality. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Specifically, what defines a person’s morality? What makes
them a good or bad person?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can’t give a definitive answer for what makes a person
moral, but let me reflect on a few of the things that people assume defines
morality. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Three things resonate with me as examples of things people
use to define someone else’s morality: education, virginity, and cleanliness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When it comes to education, people assume that the more
highly educated someone is, the more moral that person must be. This also works
in the opposite direction, with lower education meaning the person is less moral.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If someone has a Master’s degree or PhD, people give that person
a higher moral standing that someone who doesn’t have those degrees. The “uneducated”
in our world are often considered to be somehow less human, and therefore less
able to be a moral or good person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gandhi never had a formal education; Rosa Parks never
completed anything higher than high school; Mother Theresa only ever received some
minimal home-schooling. No college, no degrees, no “formal” education – and yet
no one would question the morality these three displayed during their lives. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the flip side, some of the world’s greatest atrocities
and mishaps have been perpetrated by very smart people. Many of the doctors and
leaders of the holocaust were considered to be some of the brightest scientists
and men in the entire world. Those responsible for the engineering failures
that led to BP oil disaster had numerous PhD’s and had risen to the tops of
their respective fields. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Education does not define morality or the character of the
person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The second example is that of virginity. One’s virginity is
often intrinsically tied to the person’s ability to be moral or “good.” This is
mostly problematic for women. If a woman loses her virginity, she is often
defined as having lost her “purity.” She has become “ruined” by many Christian
standards and is now less fit for marriage than women who have not had sex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Losing one’s virginity seems to be a permanent stain in the
eyes of many Christians. You can never “regain” your virginity, and so there is
always something impure about you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We can debate whether we think it’s okay to have sex before
marriage or not, but this should not be the defining factor for someone’s
morality either way. People are more than their sexuality. They are more than
whatever some people deem sinful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Virginity does not define morality or the character of the
person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The last example is cleanliness. Mainly, the hygiene of the
person we are interacting with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We as Christians are conditioned (whether we know it or not)
to associate cleanliness with morality. Many metaphors in the Bible relate a
good person to a clean person. In the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) many sins
needed a cleaning ritual to be forgiven. Sins are often referred to as being “washed
away.” Jesus’ sacrifice made us as “white as (clean) snow.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If your sins are forgiven, you are “clean.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have carried these metaphors with us into the church
today. Who would you assume is a more moral person of these two: a man who
walked into a church in a full suit on Sunday morning, or one who came in with
sweatpants on and unkempt hair? Whether you care to admit it or not, you would
rather the man in the suit be in your church than the unclean man. We associate
the unclean man with being less moral, and are afraid that he might make us “dirty”
too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cleanliness does not define morality or the character of the
person.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What we must admit is that we should not, and really cannot,
try to define someone morality and character based on some outside and ancillary
factor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We really are in no place to define someone’s morality at
all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We can simply get to know the person in front of us as a
whole person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our deeds help define us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not education. Not virginity. Not cleanliness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Besides, it is in the outcasts where we can most find God. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569002445462979482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944358638761224834.post-30136255219550679202014-02-11T14:59:00.003-08:002014-02-11T14:59:54.231-08:00Love Fiercely<div class="MsoNormal">
<em><b><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; padding: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don’t waste your time or energy
hating the “hater”. Use your energy to love the wounded…<span style="color: #2f2f2f;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is a
revolution going on…A love revolution. Can you feel it? Are you ready for it? I
know I am. When I ask if you are ready for it, this is what I mean…We are so
programmed to distrust each other that when someone does something kind for us,
we immediately question their motivation. Are you ready and able to just accept
some love? Sometimes, I wonder what people say about me after I have done
something kind. (I am not so delusional & optimistic that I do not realize
this happens.) Sometimes, these negative thoughts keep me from doing the very
thing my heart is telling me to do. Then, I find myself making excuses and
justifying why kind is not the way to go in that situation ---“It is not safe
for me do to it”, or “they’ll think I want something in return”, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The truth is,
kind is always the way to go. Love is always the best option. I have tried
other ways, but they simply do not hold the power and blessings that love
holds.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Social
networking has taken on this new platform for wild rants at the expense of
others. I am sad when I see people posting such hurtful and critical remarks
about other people. I have, at times, considered leaving the world of Facebook
so I do not have to witness such bullying, (and, by the way, I am talking about
ADULTS, because we all know kids are guilty of this.) People post the most
horrific things on famous figures whether it is the president, or a celebrity,
and worse yet, their neighbor. I’ve learned to not look at the comments others
make. It makes me too sad. I have thought about leaving social media all
together because of this. But, I know I should not. Because, I know it exists.
But what am I going to do about it? Well, I could go off on my own rant and
tell people about themselves…which, is just as bad. Or, I can tell the wounded
how much I value and love them. I have decided on the latter. I
have decided to start my own “love bombing” campaign. So, when I know someone
has been hurt, I will do my best to tell them all the wonderful things about
them. All the things that make them so wonderfully unique and a value to this
world (because everyone has something, I am SURE of it). This is my new
personal crusade. Won’t you join me? Love a little more today. Love a little
harder. Love fiercely and intentionally. </span><span style="font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; padding: 0in;"><b>Love like YOU ARE LOVE</b></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>,</b> because you ARE.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is through
your love, by our collective love, things will change. Love will win.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From the book
“Wonder” by RJ Palacio (a wonderful book I encourage everyone to read,
especially parents and kids of preteens): <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“…but what I
want you, my students, to take away from your middle-school experience is the
sure knowledge that, in the future you make for yourselves, anything is
possible. If every single person in this room made it a rule that wherever you
are, whenever you can, you will try to act a little kinder than is
necessary---the world really would be a better place. And if you do this, if
you are just a little kinder than is necessary, someone else, somewhere,
someday, may recognize in you, in every single one of you, the face of God.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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