“Every person has a story, a struggle so personal.  Judge not but offer love, patience, and forgiveness. For a home of unbreakable glass no one lives.”

For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, "This is what I have made of it! This!" And what had she made of it? What, indeed?

PAIN AND PLEASURE INSEPARABLE IN LIFE JOURNEY!

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Written By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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