People Can't Help The Way

Love Is Patient And Trusting; It Doesn't Hold A Grudge When Somebody Hurts You, And Most Of All, It Endures.

I Think That Hurting Gives Us A Way To Measure Being Happy. How Can You Know One Without Knowing The Other.

When My Grandmother Was Alive, She Used To Tell Me That Every Time God Creates A Soul In Heaven, He Creates Another To Become Its Special Mate. And That Once We're Born, We Begin Our Search For Our Soul Mate, The One Person Who's The Perfect Fit For Our Mind And Body. They Lucky Oens Find Each Other.

In Truth, I Don't Want To Be There. I Don't Want To See The Light Go Out Of My Brother's Eyes.

I Wanted To Write About The Third World And Had The Opportunity To Go Live In The Trenches, So To Speak.