Tuesday, December 19, 2006
crooked lines
For about the two billionth time, I must pay hommage to one of my mother's favorite comments:
God writes straight with crooked lines.
She was always remarking on the fact that wonderful things can emerge from awful things, that kindness often emerges in the face of misery, that we learn and grow more from difficulty and pain than when things go well and without bumps in the road. So so true.

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