your words are a battering ram on the heart each time they strike home - in their well-muscled fury - they chip away a piece of the weakness found there, revealing the strong fortifications beneath; please, do continue your assault it will fail to break me. you make me stronger. thank you.
In aging, in life, in all: a strong example ignored before my eyes as the old oak tree in the yard - quiet, steady, there. That I had paid attention to his wisdom sooner, what an easier passage I might have made.
