I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Lyf''s Ups n Down Provide Windows Of Opportunity To Determine Ur VALUES n GOALS...
Think Of Using All Obstacle As STEPPING STONES To Build The Life U Want . . .