The part I hate the most is forgetting. Forgetting and then remembering. Going to bed and waking up with that sickening feeling like something is wrong but you can’t quite place it. Then you remember and it’s like it’s all new to you. No more hugs, no more kisses, no more words of wisdom, no more. If growing up means losing the people you love the most I don’t want this.
Anne Frank
One evening, an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, greed, and arrogance. The other is Good - It is peace, love, hope, humility, compassion, and faith.”
The grandson thought about this for a while and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?”
To which the old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
teaching this to the kids in my class all month long:)