A wonderful issue to read and be inspired. Edited by Raadhika Dosa D'Cruz, in Pune.

1. May-June-July 2016 Vol 27 - No.13
The world over, we are all celebrating the canonization of Mother Theresa, our very
own Saint, from our very own Kolkata. This beautiful, humble nun showered miracles
every day on the most forgotten people in the world. Her compassion, her love and her
big, big heart that embraced their suffering and brought them dignity is one of Life's
greatmiracles.
Back home, I have been experiencing smaller miracles and have been awed and
humbledby them.Smallthingsandbigthings,changesandnew chaptersinmylifehave
onlymademedeeplygratefulforallthemiraclesthatIhavebeenblessedwith.
Thanks to The Mustard Seed, I reconnected with a very dear old teacher, who was a nun
in training, teaching us Moral Science in class VII. Teacher Susanna Maria, as she was
known, was an inspiration to me. She taught us to pray humbly and with thought, not
race through the litany. She was a zoology graduate who had grown up in Kenya, a land
she loved dearly. She wanted to be a vet, but chose to be a nun and serve the poor.Today
she has fulfilled her dream and is caring for so many girls who need her, back in her
convent in Kenya. We lost touch years ago until another Salesian Sister whom I
connected with right here at TMS helped me get in touch with her. How wonderful is
that?!
It is that time of the year when my favourite deity visits the nation. Ganpathy is ready to
go back to his abode and many of us, while sad to see Him leave, are relieved the noise
and chaos will be over. This makes me wonder why we confuse being devout with overt
displays of devotion. I wish everyone all the blessings of Lord Ganesha, and may He
vanquishallyourobstacles.
We are also celebrating Eid in the same week, and a doubly holy time it has been for
India.Wewish everyoneEidMubarakandthepeaceandhappinessofEidtoall.
The power of people praying together is strong. Last week a teenage boy lingered in a
coma after an accident. People of all faiths and beliefs came together, offering their
prayers for Angad. Prayers, energy, reiki, pranic healing, tarot: the intention was from
the heart and these precious prayers brought comfort to the bereaved parents who lost
theirson.
On a sadder note, I have attended so many funerals this year, reflecting with much
sadness over lives lived and lost. All I can say is that Life itself is a miracle! Every day
we wake up to is a miracle. We should be grateful and live each day without any regrets,
without any rancour or sorrow. Reach out to people, dare to dream, try something new
andfaceeachdaywithcourage....And liveyourown personalmiracle!
MIRACLES
Raadhika Dosa D'Cruz

2. My dearRaadhika,
Thank you ever so much for printing
this article written by me in THE
MUSTARD SEED on the cinema ”
New Majestic Talkies” with all the
photographs. I cannot find words to
thank. It means such a lot to our whole
family.
Noshir Marfatia
HiTMS,
I read your magazine recently at a
doctor's clinic. I read almost each and
every story in two visits to the doctor. I
felt that the need to go to the doctor was
actually a good thing since I was
introduced to this great magazine of
yours.
So I wrote to congratulate TMS for
achieving such high quality in terms of
contentandthesimplicityofit.
Kangkan Goswami
Wow! It is really you! Dear Raadhika,
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can see!Thanks so much for sending
The Mustard Seed, yes it is so small but
so powerful it brought us in touch with
each other after so many years.It is nice
bringing people together to share their
faith and thoughts with openness of
mindandheart.God bless.
Sr. Susan Fernandes
Nairobi, Kenya
I happened to see your journal 'The
Mustard Seed' which has drawn my
attention. It seems to be a rich
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the Good Lord continue to bless your
goodwork.
Sr. Mary Rodrigues,
Holy Cross Convent, Tuticorin
Wish you all the best in your
forthcomingissues.
Keep up the high standard of the
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appreciable,
Kusum Gokarn
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3. GURU DWARA
Beautiful hands that breathe blessing,
Gentle hands that glow graciousness;
Curvaceous hands that caress curiosity,
Sensuous hands that stir symphony;
Delicate hands that dream desire;
Lithesome hands that lure love,
Tapering hands that tantalize thought,
Pure hands that provoke poesy.
Kusum Gokarn
HANDS
Ritika Narang Tikoo

4. 4
ALL THINGS SMALLAND PLAYFUL

5. 5
diseases find their home, this way or
that, if one has not been looking after
the body well, which is to say, making
healthy choices starting early in life, it is
most probable that there are going to be
some reluctant guests inside the body,
past 60 for sure. However, despite the
worst, it is never too late to pick up on a
topic that brings laughter and smiles to
our lips. In fact, the joy of life is in small
and playful things we treasure in our
memory and which when recalled bring
us joyinthepresent.
The occasion may be anything, sad or
bad, loving memories are forever, and
just like everything else in life, they are
always waiting in the wings to jump out
and fill our conscious mind, as happy
memories,hereandnow.
The sutradhar/thread of happy
moments, always tie our lives, securely,
intercepted occasionally by other
challenges of life. And at the right
moment, they surely come back to make
ourjourneysmuchlighterandhappier.
Thanks to Tobee and Spottu, long gone
physically from my life, but brought
back to memory by dear Rajada, the
stress level has far reduced, because,
those two have filled my memory with
boundless joy of loving and giving,
unconditionally.
JuliaDutta
ALL THINGS SMALLAND PLAYFUL
There was a time I was tutoring 5 year
olds. And believe me, those were the
most rewarding and fulfilling,
happening and exciting moments that
I've had. You could never predict what
was comingnext!
Exams were looming, which was a
stressful time for me, as I'm sure many
of you have experienced. And this
particular day, we were learning our
opposites. With fingers crossed and
after an exhausting practice session, we
began our review. It was simply stating
the opposite of a word and using them in
asentenceasanexample.
The following was the ensuing
conversation-
Me - "Can you give me the opposite of
tallaccompaniedwithasentence?"
Student - "Short. I am tall and he is
short."
Me - "Very good! Now the opposite of
highis..."
Student - "Low! The ceiling is high and
thefloorislow."
A high-five later - Me - "Now who can
givemetheoppositeof"dark"?
Student - "Light! When it's dark out we
mustturnonthelight!"
Fair enough! I could heave a huge sigh
ofrelief....
And hereisthecincher!!
That is hubby dearest and me after that
lesson!
Me-"Whatistheoppositeofthin?"
In a New York minute - out popped the
answer!
Holdyourbreathforthisone....
Student - "Fat! You are fat and we are
thin!"
A pat on the back to me for getting
through that with a straight face and
withtheutmostpatience.
Mind you, I didn't hand out any candy
orstickersafterthatsession ......
Jen Mathew

6. TEACHING CHILDREN TO FAIL

7. many opportunities as he needs to fail,
inorderforhimtosucceed.
Not a very easy feat, in this competitive,
trophy-ladenculture.
A culture where we are so sensitive
about not 'damaging' our kids, that we
insist on 'trophysizing' everything they
do. Gee! My son has a bigger collection
of medals and little trophies that he has
collected over his short 7 years, than my
decades of toiling and sweating through
several'higher'institutionsoflearning!
In this culture, we have come to define
success as 'the avoidance of failure at all
costs'. And that is what we are passing
ontoourchildren.
In our mistaken definition of a 'good
parent', we have embraced this notion
that good parenting is equal to
protecting our children from all harm,
including – heaven forbid -the slim
possibility that they might fail. By not
allowing our children to fail, we are
failing our children. By shielding them
from temporary pain, we are making
them permanent quitters. We seem to
have forgotten that without struggle,
there can be never be any progress. That
our children need to go through
embarrassing moments, so they can
developthegiftofempathy.
We need to let our children fail, so that
theycansucceed.How?
Let them go back to school with
unfinished assignments, because you
will not remind them to do their
homework.
Let them show up in school without
their homework books and face the
consequences, because you are done
putting their books back in their bags
forthem.
Let them (and you too!) live with the
discomfort of a smelly room until they
figure where that smell is coming from,
and clean out the left-over pizza they
'forgot'.
Let them come home after a long tiring
trip, and find their rooms as messy as
theyleftthem.
Let them carry to school that weird
looking project that took them the
whole weekend to put together – a box-
house whose walls keep caving in –
because, like my grandma friend says, it
is not the end result, but the effort, that
counts.And because next time they will
try harder to make their project more
perfect and learn great lessons in the
process.
Oh! And this is a hard one for me. Let
them go back to school with sentences
that are wrongly constructed and
wrongly spelt! (I need to remember that
I'mnottheonebeingtested…Sigh).
Letthemcoloroutsidethelines.
Let them write the D with the 'stomach'
facingup.
You see, teachers have gone through
specialized training to help the kids in a
systematic way to learn how to write a
D. And to color within the lines.
Training which you haven't been
through. Let the teacher do their work,
so you can in turn do your job as a
parent.
And this one is for mums – let your
children fall off their bikes – it is the
onlywaytheywilllearn!
And for the daddies. Go easy on your
kids. Let them know failure is
acceptable.
Why? Because – “The greatest glory in
living lies not in never falling, but in
rising every time we fall” (Ralph Waldo
Emerson).
Your job as a good parent is to walk with
them. Not over failure. Not around
failure.Butthroughtheirfailure.
Totheotherend.
https://carolynescorner.wordpress.com

8. The Official Roald Dahl Day is
celebrated every year on his birthday on
the13thofSeptember.
The author is remembered as one of the
greatest story tellers of all time, whose
fantastical adventures inspired
generations of children. His books have
sold millions of copies and been
translated into many languages around
theworld.
Although known primarily for his
children's books, Dahl also published a
number of short stories and two novels
aimed at adults. His writing career
spanned sixty years and has led to a
numberofsuccessfulfilmadaptations.
Here are some of his most inspiring
quotes which can be applied to adult
life...
1.OnTV
“So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
go throw your TV set away, and in its
place you can install, a lovely bookcase
on the wall.” – Charlie and the
ChocolateFactory
2.Onbeards
"What a lot of hairy-faced men there are
aroundnowadays!"–TheTwits
3.Onselfesteemand confidence
“If you have good thoughts they will
shine out of your face like sunbeams
and you will always look lovely.” –
TheTwits
4.Onrelationships
“Grown ups are complicated creatures,
full of quirks and secrets.” – Danny the
ChampionoftheWorld
5.Oncareersuccess
“Never do anything by halves if you
want to get away with it. Be outrageous.
Go the whole hog. Make sure
everything you do is so completely
crazyit'sunbelievable...”-Matilda
6.Onhow tobehaveinmeetings
“I understand what you're saying, and
your comments are valuable, but I'm
gonna ignore your advice.” – Fantastic
Mr Fox
7.Onhobbies
“I began to realize how important it was
to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me
that if you are interested in something,
no matter what it is, go at it at full speed
ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug
it, love it and above all become
passionate about it. Lukewarm is no
good. Hot is no good either. White hot
and passionate is the only thing to be.” –
MyUncleOswald
8.Onbeingsingle
“'Here it is,' Nigel said.' Mrs D, Mrs I,
Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That
spells difficulty.' 'How perfectly
ridiculous!' snorted Miss Trunchbull.
'Why are all these women married?'” –
Matilda
9.Onpolitics
“Having power is not nearly as
important as what you choose to do with
it.” –Matilda
10.Onhow toliveagood life
“Life is more fun if you play games.” -
MyUncleOswald
11.OnTwitter
“Obscurity is never a virtue.” – Roald
Dahl himself
12.Onlove
“It doesn't matter who you are or what
you look like, so long as somebody
lovesyou.” –TheWitches
ROALD DAHL DAY
The heart that gives,
gathers.
- Tao Te Chung

9. Not all of us will live to 'a ripe old age',
but many of us might. There are two
ways of viewing life, and two distinct
ways ofviewingoldage.
One is the materialistic way. We are just
the body—a collection of some billion
molecules of matter—and when we die,
that is the end of us. Accordingly, for
materialists', life has no real or ultimate
purpose, or, if one has to find a purpose
to live for in order to remain sane, it is to
'enjoy'—to maximize the stimulation of
thefivesenses asfaraspossible.
The second way is spiritual.
Accordingly, we are spirit beings or
souls that happen inhabit physical
bodies temporarily. When our time
comes to an end, our bodies go back to
the earth while our spirit or soul lives
on. For religious or spiritually-minded
people, life has an ultimate purpose—
the development or realisation of the
true nature of the spirit or soul, in
relationtoGod.
These two distinct and mutually
contradictory views of life give rise to
two very different ways of handling old
age.
* * * * *
In his 80s, X may not be a self-
confessed atheist. He may even claim to
believe in God. Yet, God and religion
hardly play any role in his life. For all
practical purposes, X's 'god' is the club
he haunts and his beer buddies. He
thinks. “Why not make merry while the
sun stillshines?”
Z is an 84 year-old grandmother.All day
she is after her grand- children, caring
for them as if they were babies. She
irons their clothes, packs their school-
bags, makes their breakfast, walks them
to the bus.. When they are home, she
constantly heckles them: “Do this!”
“Don'tdothat!”Itneverends.
Z says. “With them, I have something to
do, to keep busy with.” She dreads the
daytheywillleavehome.
In his late 70s,Tspends most of his time
watching TV. He is hooked to a news
channels that specializes in sensational
debates, making him aggressive and
negative. “It's important to know what's
happening in the world,” he says in his
defence, even though he doesn't care to
know what's happening in the lives of
his own children. He also grumbles
about his neighbours with malicious
delight.
For X, Z and T, old age is a terrible
burden they are forced to put up with.
They lack a higher purpose to live for.
Time, for them, is something to be
'passed' somehow or the other. They
feartheywouldsimplylosetheirminds.
* * * * *
In contrast are people for whom life is
not just 'time-pass', but a God-given
opportunity for their spiritual
development. They think of old age as a
blessing from God, each moment a
valuable treasure to be carefully spent
in order to please God and do God's
Will. For such people, old age is an
opportunity, rather than a burden. It
provides them the opportunity to
strengthen their relationship with God,
through prayer, meditation and
reflection, and to seek forgiveness and
makeamendsfortheirpastwrongs.
* * * * *
S is a 90 year-old religious scholar. He
continues to be super-active writing
articles and books, delivering
discourses and attending interfaith
conferences. He regularly meets
people, listens to their problems and
provides them spiritual guidance.
Promoting God-consciousness is his
mission
In her late 60s, Pis a retired teacher. She
identifies herself as a 'spiritual
OLD AGE : BURDEN OR BLESSING?

10. universalist', appreciating the goodness
in all religions. Her day is punctuated
with prayers at regular hours, and she
spends much time reading spiritual
books. “I also do my household chores,
like cleaning and cooking, and I
consider these to be service to God,”
she says. “I love chatting with God. I try
to think of Him when I am at work. I
love seeing Him everywhere around
me—in a plant, in a bird, in a fellow
human, in the breeze. I love singing
songs toHim.”
R is in his mid-80s. Twice a week, he
volunteers at a charitable hospital. He is
part of a group that gets together once a
week to cook food for the poor.
“Serving God's creatures is a way to
serve God,” he explains. “Given my age
and state, I try to avail of every
opportunity I get to serve God. When I
go to the park, I take bread to feed the
dogs or birds, and if I see a thirsty
animal or a plant, I help relieve its
thirst,”hesays.
“I led a very sinful life,” R explains.
“God has enabled me to live so long,
and so I'd like to use this time He has
blessed me with by trying to make up
for all my wrongs. I hope God will
accept my offering. This is what gives
memeaningandjoy.”
* * * * *
Like any other phase in life, old age can
a burden or a blessing. It all depends on
what you want to make of your life and
whatyouseeasitspurpose.
Roshan Shah
It is well past sunset and the moonless
night is quite dark. But typical of city
ambience, the bright street lights allow
me to observe the surroundings with fair
amount of clarity. I saw him from quite a
distance and my eyes were stuck on
him. Not that he had anything to attract
even a second look – bedraggled
clothes, floppy old slippers, 2-3 day
stubble on his chin, and unkempt hair.
What made me stare at him was his
immaculate face-cut, his chiseled
features, the brightness in his eyes and a
carefree gait that was oblivious to
surroundings and other people. His
complexion and demeanor convinced
me that he had seen better days – much
better days. I could only make wild
guesses what could have brought him to
thisvagabondstate.
At first glance he seemed in his own
world and focused on himself. I could
have been excused if I had discarded
him as an alcoholic or drug addict. But
as he came close I saw the pain in his
eyes. His withdrawal from the world
was obviously forced on him.
Leaving a deep impact on me, he
crossed my path and was gone into the
darkness. I was left with my musing
and with many unanswered questions.
There are so many failures and
outcastes like him, who appear
fleetingly and disappear into dark
corners of society – and no one cares.
They may never find a lover, a close
friend, or a mentor. They may trudge
their lonely paths till they are too tired to
go on. And then what happens to them?
No oneknows orcares.
If we claim to be “humans”, the superior
or chosen race, how can we allow our
own kind to become outcasts? How can
we raise ourselves to a higher plane
when we leave behind us those who
have fallen by the wayside, perhaps for
nofaultoftheirs?
Dr.AliKhwaja,Counsellor
OUTCASTS
We‛re outcasts only
‘cause we choose to dream.

11. "Admit it. You aren't like them. You're
not even close. You may occasionally
dress yourself up as one of them,
watch the same mindless television
shows as they do, maybe even eat the
same fast food sometimes. But it
seems that the more you try to fit in,
the more you feel like an outsider,
watching the “normal people” as they
go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords
like “Have a nice day” and “Weather's
awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to
say forbidden things like “Tell me
something that makes you cry” or
“What do you think deja vu is for?”.
Face it, you even want to talk to that
girl in the elevator. But what if that girl
in the elevator (and the balding man
who walks past your cubicle at work)
are thinking the same thing? Who
knows what you might learn from
taking a chance on conversation with a
stranger? Everyone carries a piece of
the puzzle. Nobody comes into your
life by mere coincidence. Trust your
instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the
others…”
TimothyLeary
ADMIT IT

12. Dear Mother Theresa,
Since you are now in Heaven (Pope Francis told us with
great conviction yesterday on the occasion of your
canonization amidst the splendours of St.Peter's Square
in Rome) I can open my heart to you as a younger brother.
When he announced that he and many millions around the
world felt more comfortable calling you Mother Theresa
rather than Saint Theresa, it brought tears to my eyes
and smiles to many of your Sisters, distinctive in their blue
and white saris. For them and for many others, not
excluding the millions who, like me, knew you in Kolkata for
the better half of the last century, you will always be
“Mother”. It became very clear to me yesterday that we
do not love you for your glamour. You were never
glamorous! It was your deeds that won us over.
My first introduction to you was in New Delhi through a
dying man whom I met in one of your Homes. I couldn't
communicate with him in any language (I think he spoke
Telugu), but for many minutes I squatted by his mattress
on the floor and gripped his hand, and when I felt him
return my grip I felt a closeness to him that no eloquence
of words on his part or on mine could ever have produced.
That, Mother, was your great gift to me and many others.
You were not looking for publicity, for money, for power,
but the simplicity of your works struck an indelible chord.
A year later when I met you in Calcutta, as it was then
called, you asked me on one occasion to give you a lift to the
airport because you were in a big hurry to catch the plane.
On our drive through the traffic of the city you suddenly
asked to stop the car because you saw a man lying
unattended on the side of the road. “How impractical”, I

13. thought, but stopped the car all the same and a few
minutes later you re-entered the car and reading my
thoughts said that the most important thing is to assist
those in distress. That is why you were criticized for
opening Homes where no medical help could be given to the
dying, because you believed that it was more important for
people to die in dignity.
The French TV commentator at your Canonization
yesterday was more awed by the blue and white cotton sari
that was so much in evidence in St.Peter's than by the
magnificence of the prelates' vestments. He mentioned
that you had given up the traditional habit of the Loretto
nuns, and well before the great changes of Vatican Two,
you adopted the sari which was the lay dress of the people
of India. So much I knew, but I was not aware that you
chose the style of sari that is worn by the lower caste
poor. What a powerful message for our caste-ridden
country which was so well represented on the world stage
in Rome!
I know I often fail to live up to the example of your life,
and forget your message of loving service, but I remember
your favourite hymn and whenever I hear it sung I always
think of you:
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring your love,
Where there is injury, Your pardon, Lord,
And where there's doubt true faith in You
Patrick De Souza
5th September, 2016, Geneva

14. MIRACLE EDITION: GOD OF THE SKY
I wrote this three years ago while I was
working as a Catholic volunteer in the
Philippines.
We had another miracle today.
I'm not sure how I feel about miracles.
Asking for them makes me realize just
how little faith I really have. But then
receiving one shows me that God is
willing to work with the little faith I do
have.
This afternoon we drove to Isla Bonita,
the squatters' community we worked
with, for our usual Saturday afternoon
kid's catechism lesson. As we arrived
the skies grew darker, and drops of rain
began coming down. This had
happened the last time as well and we
had to cut the lesson short because the
rain was so loud we couldn't hear each
other. "We really need to change the
time of our catechism lesson," I
thought.
Still, we were here now, so we would
just go ahead and do it. There were
about ten kids in the little centre that we
use for our activities there. The centre is
acoveredpavilion,withopensides.
Sammy, one of our volunteers, began
the lesson for the day which was 'God
Made the Land, Sea and Sky'. The
lesson included the story of Moses
parting the Red Sea and was about
God's power over creation. As we
began, the sky got even darker and the
rain began to pour down. There was so
much rain that even though we were in
the middle of the pavilion, as far away
from the sides as we could get, we were
getting sprayed with rain. The kids
shivered. We could hardly hear each
other over the rain drumming down on
thetinroof.
"Shouldn't we just go home?" I thought.
ButIdidn'tsayanything.
Sammy introduced the lesson and then
said, "God is the one who made the
land, sea and sky. He has power over
them all. He is very powerful. So we're
goingtoaskHim...”
"Oh, no," Ithought.
"We're going to ask him to stop the rain
so we can have our lesson," he
continued.
“Doyoubelievehecanstoptherain?”
"Yes!" shoutedthekids.
“Thenlet'spraytogether!”
Oh, no. I was not excited about this.The
rain had JUST started. It was pouring
down, so much so that I was wondering
whether people's homes would be
flooded again, or if they would have to
rescue the baby piglets again (Thursday
night bible study fun). Usually when it
starts raining like that, it can rain for
hours. It's not like my hometown where
it starts and stops and drizzles a little in
between.
This was not one of those 'it's kinda
possible, this could go either way, so
let's pray that it happens' kind of
prayers.
Itwas aridiculous,impossibleprayer.
What would it do to these kids' faith
when we asked for something so
specifically, so clearly, and it didn't
happen?
But then I thought... Why am I so sure it
won't happen?
Do I believe that God is real and that He
DOES have control over the clouds and
theskiesandtherain?Hmm.Yes.
Why wouldn't he do a miracle that
would show the kids that He was real,
and that He really did have power over
the land, sea and sky, and that He could
hear us and was capable of answering
us?Hadn'tHesentmiraclesinthepast?
Into my mind flashed some of the
miracles our volunteers have
experienced when they asked in faith-
Mr. Frank, our founder, had years ago in
Mexico prayed for rain during a

15. GANESHANI (STREE GANESHA)
Susanna D
Revati Malati
Art by Revati Malati
drought, and the rain came. More
recently, the Alvarezes in Mexico
prayed for rain in Mexico and have been
having their prayers answered with
flooded streets. So if God could provide
rain, couldn't He take it away? Who
bettertoask?
I closed my eyes with the kids, and with
all the faith I could muster (mustard
seed-size is sufficient) prayed, "Yes,
Lord,Ibelieve!Lettherainstop!”
I kept watching the sheets of rain, and
visualized it stopping, sun coming out.
My ears were tuned for any change in
thetempo.
As Sammy ended the prayer.... YES,
THE RAIN LET UP! Our prayer was
answered within moments! It continued
raining for a little while, but it was much
less. We could easily hear each other,
and our lesson was able to continue
complete with special effects from God
to drive the point home. By the end of
the lesson, the rain had totally stopped
andthesky hadlightened.
What can I say? God is cool. I love
workingforHim.

16. People are often unreasonable and self-
centred. Forgive them, anyway. If you are
kind, people may accuse you of ulterior
motives. Be kind anyway. If you are
honest, people may cheat you. Be honest
anyway. If you find happiness, people
may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The
good you do today may be forgotten
tomorrow. Be good anyway. Give the
world the best that you have and it may
not be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you
and God. It was never between you and
themanyway.
- Mother Theresa
It hurts not to be heard and not to be seen,
butit'smoredeadlynottoseeandhear.
- Mark Nepo, poet
In the end, only three things matter: how
much you loved, how gently you lived
and how gracefully you let go of things
notmeantforyou.
- Buddha
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