My mother used to tell me man gives the award, God gives the reward. I don’t need another plaque.

Life on this planet on its own is temporal. So tell me why you think your problems are permanent. No condition is permanent.

And I suddenly understand what to do when bad things come. You don’t hide, you don’t look away; you get right up on them, you take the reins and you ride.

Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to be who you are.

Don’t tell me that I can’t do it. Go and tell God that story. After all, He is the one who gave me the air to breath and be able to do it well! Go!