Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.

Laugh as much as possible, because one moment will stop this moment.

The programming of the consciousness is based upon what is accepted or believed.

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

Don__ limit your potential, embrace then accentuate the Power of your Heart__ consciousness.

LIfe is just a game of chance, a dance with fate if you let it be so. Or you could chose to play by your rules to win.