...and as he begged with tears in his eyes, I felt compassion for him.
Instead of me chasing my dreams, my dreams are chasing me.
Sometimes we have to let our eyes do the talking.
I don't like making a fuss about my Giving, Enough fuss is made when I don't.
Cud dear, she didn't mean any harm
Altruism always lived in my heart. I knew it was there, I knew it from the start
Every time I hit rock bottom, My Jesus picks me up, That why….. I praise Him so.
I can weave words together and create magic,it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.
Every new thing I have learned in my old age, I have learned from children