"While we are worrying and fretting and feeling sorry for ourselves, life slips away.
I will look around me now, this minute, and see what life holds.
Greet each day as its own gift-or it's own trial if it's that kind of day. But let's not bury the sunshine and beauty of this day under the shadow of a regretted future-about whose nature we can only speculate."-Martha Whitmore Hickman
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