How much of our regard hides contempt for their radius because of their recrudescence? How often do we seek surrogates to support our need to connect with something more humane? How ably do artists embrace this task, however restricted their role?
Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.
Teachers, never underestimate the difference you make to those in your class. Perhaps, there was only one person that showed up -- but that could be the most important moment for that individual’s evolution. We do not know. Everyone has a story. And most of the time people walk in that door ...