There's No Hurt So Great

In Your Hurry To Keep Christmas, You Have Forgotten Christmas. The Truest Gift Of Christmas Is The Gift Of Self.

Some Men See Mountains As Obstacles. Others As A Canvas.

Sometimes Our Arms Are So Full With The Burdens We Carry That It Hinders Our View Of The Load Those Around Us Are Staggering Beneath.

You're The Type Who Thinks Of The Glass As Being Half Full, Instead Of Half Empty. "no," She Said, "i'm Just Grateful For The Glass.

There Are People I've Yet To Meet Who Are Waiting For My Path To Intersect With Theirs, So They Can Complete Their Own Journeys. I Don't Know Who Or Where They Are, But I Know For Certain That They Are Waiting.