A. Love well. Serve well. Share well.
A. Dr. Seuss was pretty convincing when he said I wouldn't want to be a potato. I'm happy to be me.
A. Writing a novel. Woot!
A. Musical literacy
A. Alfred Nobel.
When that guy was trying to invent dynamite, his factory blew up, his brother died, his dad had a stroke, the city of Stockholm kicked him out, ships blew up, the San Francisco docks exploded, and yet he kept going. Dynamite was used to blow up thousands more people. And then Alfred got old and -- possibly in a crisis of conscience -- established the Nobel prizes.
I'd just like to take him by the ears and say, "what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks were you thinking? And what kind of person are you, anyway?"
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