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Quote for the day

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Each smallest act of kindness reverberates

across great distances and spans of time,

affecting lives unknown

to the one whose generous spirit was the source

of this good echo,

because kindness is passed on and grows

each time it's passed,

until a simple courtesy becomes

an act of selfless courage

years later and far away.

Likewise each small meanness, each

expression of hatred, each act of evil.

~ This Momentous day

by: H.R. White

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I have spent many hours, days, weeks and months

thinking about what might have been.

What might have happened if I had said this,

or done that.

Would my life have been any different with

those actions?

Would the people I love and care about have

not left, not hurt, not been mean?

If I had been stronger, smarter, faster

would it have made any

difference?

Did I make the right choices, did I say the wrong thing,

would it have made any difference?

I can't know.

I can't care.

I can't let the world and all it's

problems, people, situations

make me hard inside

like a shell with no flesh.

I can't be carved out, empty and sad.

I can't live a life without meaning.

I can't not be me.

I feel things, some would say too much.

I act when I am scared, some would say too fast.

I worry about things, some would say too often.

I work hard all the time, some would say not hard enough.

I ask a lot of myself, some would say not enough.

I can't care what others say, feel or do.

The facts are that I can't be anything but me.

To be myself, is all that I can do.

I am scared, and lonely at times.

I don't have enough money to take care

of things the way I think I should.

I don't have the ability to make everything all right.

I can only eat so much, grow so much, and hurt so much.

I can only be myself.

That's all I can do.

Carry on, and be the kind, brave, no money having,

hard, scared, lost,

passionate, loving,

person I am.

That's all that I can do.

Take this day, and slurp it up in

spoonfuls, one at a time,

until I reach the end of days.

I'll count my blessings one by one,

and name my regrets in the clearing.

And know that all I could ever do,

is be myself; I'm sure everything will work

out alright.

Bring a little love, and know

that everything will end

up alright.

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Yours in truth,

Heather

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