Monday, October 8, 2012


When Scott's mother thought someone needed a lesson, she would point her finger to anyone near her, and recite her version of Edward Markham's poem,

There is a destiny which makes us brothers.
None lives for self alone.
All that we put into the lives of others,
comes back into our own.

Or - What we weave on earth we wear in heaven (Church marquee in Florence, AL).

The kindness and generosity of those who have been caring for me is beautiful. May I find a way to return -

(PS - bitchiness is not beauty, and having cancer does not give one the bitch card to use whenever they want. I'm sorry I was such a pain in the ass this weekend, and so ornery. Thank heavens there's always a new day to start anew. )

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