Age Is Not Important Unless

When Charles First Saw Our Child Mary, He Said All The Proper Things For A New Father. He Looked Upon The Poor Little Red Thing And Blurted, "she's More Beautiful Than The Brooklyn Bridge."

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

Egocentrics Are Attracted To The Inept. It Gives Them One More Excuse For Patting Themselves On The Back.

We Rely Upon The Poets, The Philosophers, And The Playwrights To Articulate What Most Of Us Can Only Feel, In Joy Or Sorrow. They Illuminate The Thoughts For Which We Only Grope; They Give Us The Strength And Balm We Cannot Find In Ourselves. Whenever I Feel My Courage Wavering, I Rush To Them. They Give Me The Wisdom Of Acceptance, The Will And Resiliance To Push On.

Childhood Is A Short Season.