Almost Anything Can Be Dealt

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

About Winning And Losing: It Isn't Important, What Really Counts Is How You Play The Game. About Playing The Game: Play To Win!

Peace Is Not Something You Wish For, � It Is Something You Make, Something You Are, Something You Do,�and Something You Give Away.

I Believe It Is In My Nature To Dance By Virtue Of The Beat Of My Heart, The Pulse Of My Blood And The Music In My Mind.

Wherever And However Any One Of Us May Be Conceived, It Is The Same. We Come Into Being In The Arms Of God.