Maybe I have no right to speak of such things. After all, I’ve never been in the military. I certainly have no intention of being so arrogant as to say that I understand what they have been through, as I am at least smart enough to realize that I don’t have a common experience.
Every day for nearly two years I’ve asked myself what I can do for you, what I can write, how I can enhance your imagination, how I can keep your interest. If I were to be completely honest with myself, I don’t feel as if I am worthwhile of you.
When faced with challenges, what do we choose to see? Do we seek people to blame, or do we opt to see the sacrifices of those who are helping out?
Imagine how dark your life would be without your friends, your family and your loved ones. It’s a bleak and miserable world.
I’ve heard it suggested that women who choose to be mothers rather than pursuing “serious” careers are betraying the women’s liberation movement. Personally, I disagree. Okay, I’m a man, so maybe it’s not my place to say, but it seems to me that what the women’s liberation movement should be about is the right to choose and to be treated fairly once the choice is made.
Never underestimate the power of your friends. They have skills and resources that you might not be aware of.
Maybe there is no point aside from saying to my friends that I really do feel their love, and I hope they feel mine for them.
It’s interesting to see the people who are still willing to call me a friend. Me, with nothing to offer, nothing to give, and yet these remarkable people just, I don’t know. Maybe they just want me in their lives.
just as recognition is empowering, lack of recognition can be just as deleterious.
They do the dirtiest work, and usually get no respect for doing so despite the fact that they often know more about what is needed than the doctors.