Kind words are flotation devices.
My voice is doing wacky things, suddenly I talk like a cross between Mickey Mouse and Marty McFly.
I’ve cried more in the last few months than any other time in my life, except for maybe when I was a baby, I don’t remember.
I don’t cry because of pain.
I cry because of presence.
I have cried big sloppy tears of recognition as I have felt the Holy Ghost with me, and when I’ve seen the dear ones who stand with us.
In life we encounter heartache AND hilarity, but in the midst of it all there is hope!
Believe BIG, and take time to laugh hard.
Goonies never say die, and I never get tired of watching The Goonies.
Most of the collars on my T-shirts are stretched out beyond repair, because we have to pull them to access my port. I now look like a old wannabe hipster with no neck muscle definition.
One year ago, I was getting ready to MC a Saint Baldricks head shaving event at a local brewery to raise funds and awareness for childhood cancer.
Sometimes you give.
Sometimes you receive.
Be willing to do both.
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