All things old become new again. In my youth the athletes had crew cuts and the hippies had long hair. Now the athletes have long hair and the hippies are bald.
So much is buried in our lives that we forget what we have learned.
Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes.
Service to others in their time of need is a privilege and an honor.
May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows.
Celebrate the gift of memory.
Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.
Hope is a rainbow of thought.
Our flesh is a gift of laughter.
Knowing when and how to change course is important to success. Self-doubt is a lighthouse that will keep you from running aground. Don't become shipwrecked on the rocks of time. Be willing to rethink...
Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.
Too much has been given and too much has been lost.
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.
I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.
Laughter is a gift for lovers.
Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.
The path to success is not a straight line.
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.