A Friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart,
chaff and grain together,
knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it,
keep what is worth keeping,
and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
The only way to have a friend is to be one. Emerson So True!
These are some of my most favorite sayings.
Some of the most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched-- they are felt with the heart. Helen Keller
Rise to the stature of the divine within you. President Gordon B. Hinkley
Yesterdays luxuries have become today's necessities. President Thomas S. Monson
Pain is inevitable; misery is optional President Heber C. Kimball
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain. Old Saying
Our detours and disappointments are the straight and narrow path to Him. President Howard W. Hunter
Coincidence is a small miracle in which God chooses to remain anonymous. by someone
Freedom is the freedom to choose one's attitude in any circumstances. Vicktor Frankl
Pride - as they succum they find themselves bending their character when they think they are only taking a bow. N. Eldon Tanner
Understanding -- Great Spirit
Grant that I may not criticize my neighbor
until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.
Mentoring-- Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is,
treat a man as he can and should be
and he will become as he can and should be. Goethe
The past isn't a good place to live in, only to visit from time to time. Lloyd Alexander
The only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment. Dr. Wayne Dryer
Adversity, is, in disguise, an opportunity for greatness. Lloyd Newel
The past is behind-- we must learn from it.
The future is ahead-- we must prepare for it.
The present is now -- we must live in it.
Leadership is not the coat of comfort, but the robe of responsibility.
President Thomas S. Monson
words become their thoughts
thoughts become their actions
actions become their character
character become their destiny
What Is This Thing that Men Call Death
by President Gordon B. Hinckley
What is this thing that men call death.
This quiet passing in the night?
'Tis not the end, but genesis
Of better worlds and grater light.
O God, touch Thou my aching hear,
and calm my troubled, haunting fear,
Let home and faith, transcendent, pure,
Give strength and peace beyond my tears.
There is no death, but only change
with recompense for victory won;
The gift of Him who loved all men
The Son of God, the Holy One.
The Bridge Builder
by Will Allen Dromgoole
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears fro him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide--
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him: