Sometimes it is the three things of many...the first is to be kind, the second is to be kind, and the third is to be kind...in the end only 3 things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you...three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth...objectives that shape us, get us thro' the day and bring joy in strange times...I matter, I am important and I belong...
Poignant, Eric.
An endearing tribute to your grandfather and a homeland that tugs at the soul.
Thanks, Shaista!
I feel so bad for the Ukrainians. Thanks for sharing.
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Found it, Typo Ted. Thanks!
Sometimes it is the three things of many...the first is to be kind, the second is to be kind, and the third is to be kind...in the end only 3 things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you...three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth...objectives that shape us, get us thro' the day and bring joy in strange times...I matter, I am important and I belong...
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Appreciate this moving personal tale very much.
Hi, Ed. I hope this finds you well. Can you do me a favor and click on the heart so you like the post? Thanks.
Can I still be pro-Ukraine if I just want everyone to quit dying?
U CAN!!!!
Oooops, I removed your comment by mistake, Arthur!!! Please post it again!!! Thanks.