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“We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.”
Marian Wright Edelman Activist, President And Founder Of Children’s Defense Fund (born 1939)
“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. “
Michelangelo Sculptor, Painter, Architect (1475-1564)
“To me, sadness is great! Without it we could not appriciate true happiness.”
Kaitlyn Cox (born 1994)
“Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves. “
Henry Ward Beecher Clergyman, Social Reformer (1813-1887)
“The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.”
The 14th Dalai Lama (born 1935)
May you always believe in yourself
May your family and friends always love you
May you use your talents to make a difference in the world
May your life be full of laughter
May all your dreams come true
May you be remembered as The Great One
May you live a long and healthy life
May your life be full of happiness and fun
May you accumulate, grow, and preserve your GOLD
Carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment – Martin Luther King Jr.
Kim Possible S02 E16 – A Very Possible Christmas
Ron is disappointed that his favorite Christmas special , Snowman Hank, has been replaced. Meanwhile, as a gift to Kim, Ron decides to foil Dr Drakken‘s Christmas plot himself so that she can enjoy the time with her family. But when he and Drakken get trapped in the North Pole, Kim, followed by the Possibles, has to go round the globe to search for him.
Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye
For social scenes, for life’s endearments fled,
Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead!
Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee,
And sorrow for forlorn humanity.
Yes I will weep, but not that thou art come
To the stern Sabbath of the silent tomb:
For squalid Want, and the black scorpion Care,
Heart-withering fiends! shall never enter there.
I sorrow for the ills thy life has known
As thro’ the world’s long pilgrimage, alone,
Haunted by Poverty and woe-begone,
Unloved, unfriended, thou didst journey on:
Thy youth in ignorance and labour past,
And thine old age all barrenness and blast!
Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom’d to woe,
Denied thee wisdom to support the blow;
And robb’d of all its energy thy mind,
Ere yet it cast thee on thy fellow-kind,
Abject of thought, the victim of distress,
To wander in the world’s wide wilderness.
Poor Outcast sleep in peace! the wintry storm
Blows bleak no more on thine unshelter’d form;
Thy woes are past; thou restest in the tomb;–
I pause–and ponder on the days to come.