Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead.Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,What a big book for such a little head!Come, I will show you now my newest hat,And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.I never again shall tell you what I think.I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;You will not catch me reading any more:I shall be called a wife to pattern by;And some day when you knock and push the door,Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have ? life itself.