All that I am I owe to Jesus Christ, revealed to me in His divine Book.

A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them, since in bearing them appears the grandeur of the mind and in fleeing them the cowardice of the heart.

Oh how do I
Well I understand
That I am not in your plans
Ad you want him
To listen to you
And not to me
So you are to controlling
When it comes to me
And you do weird
To lash out at the beauty
Which you could never
Have that's weird.

I was happy being a journalist. I didn&#39;t realize losing my job, my identity went with it.

Written By Maria Shriver

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