We got to push to give, and one life to live.
Who are we to trust if not our family?
May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness.
Once (says an Author; where I need not say) Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew stong; While Scale in Hand Dame Justice pass'd along Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws. Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause, Dame Justice wighing long the doubtful Right Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, "There take" (says Justice), "take ye each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster - live in peace - Adieu. "
Oh what would Rome be without a plot?
Sometimes one barely understand oneself.
The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.
Sherlock Holmes observed that once you have eliminated the impossible then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
There are hundreds of Canadian communities that have given more thought to hiring their rink manager than they have to electing their member of Parliament.
Anyone who's lived has lost somebody.