Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
The only way you can keep you feet on the ground and your hand to the plow is to carry some weight on your shoulders
| In New York City I’ve learned that the reason we can’t find a good leader in this country is there all here driving cabs. |
| Just thinking, if we have a modern list of the ten commandments, “thou shalt not wear your pants past your butt” in public should be included. |
Life is not about where you arrive or the destination you intend to end up at. Life is about the dirt road and trails that got you there.