You can push guts (Marine Corp); but you cultivate inspiration.

Fathers do not train their sons to be partners. They train them to be replacements.

I have seen you as a gift to this world, and you have not believed me.

Texting is data-stored Morris Code. [More later on this.]

Let us not be held in contempt of God for not living our life to its full.

You think of me as a name that can do this or that while I think of you as my love.

Oh so much, so very much, of our life is wasted in waiting.

If we do not have faith, the world will never improve.

Do we know where to turn when we are humiliated, exasperated, and helpless?

I carry the future of the world on my shoulders. You do too. We have a mission. All the fluff of entertainment, convenience, and opulent prosperity, just as all the weights of poverty, depression, and poor health need to be minor in our life whatever it takes.

Life slips by faster and faster as time moves on. How long does it take to learn a dance? The length of the musical piece. We must learn faster, or we will have learned and never have had the opportunity to dance.

Fathers build their sons that there is a legacy of their successes, and their sons will do the very same.

There are corridors of power, great and influential power, but none so powerful as the corridor of love.

The favorite few in our life are those that are there when we need them. They fly straight and high, but they are few. Why then do we live as if we do not need these angels and only call upon them when we, ourselves, are in a tail spin. Not only should we be close to our favorite few, but we should bond with them to have the sum of our whole be greater than our individual parts.

It is always better to be on the outside seeking a way to get inside than to be inside seeking a way to get out. Outside there is freedom. Inside, there is entrapment.

"Do you believe that people can change? No, but I have seen it." The Unit

When bicycling in the rain, there is mud, sand, and grit that rooster tails off the front and rear wheel of my road bike as it traverses through the street-water. My front wheel licks a strip of guck right up the front of my jersey along my neck, chin, mouth, and right between my eyes. I eat mud, and the grit means I cannot close my teeth without damaging them. I also breathe mud and grit and have a difficult time seeing through the slurry in my eyes. So why do I do that? Well this may help. Even in rainy conditions one cyclist follows another within a foot or so of the leader’s rear wheel. This means that the rooster tail of the leader’s rear wheel spits from his bike even more mud and grit. But worse. Because his rear wheel in not in alignment with the track of my path behind him at all times, his mud and grit, his slush and slurry hit my chest from shoulder to shoulder not in a neat stripe. But that is not all. Another rooster tail, the one from the rear wheel of my own bike, stripes me from buttock to the helmet. Now, does that help make more sense of why I ride in the rain?

Where is a friend when you need him/her? At your side. If not, then they are not your friend.

It used to be that people waited for other people because people were worth waiting for.

We are to live life independently from all but God. When we find another living as do we, we have a companion. When we find others that would hinder our living, we heal them that they too may live life independently from all but God, or they depart from us.

Three worders heal.

"God is Love."