My last words to you if I must die tomorrow 010:

Be patient with yourself. Sometimes you just could not see what other people want you to see, no matter how hard you try. It does not mean you are limited, you just needed time. Fine wine takes years to ferment, fruits take months to ripe, so are your thoughts. Do not mind the criticism and humiliation you receive today, they are awful tasting medicine that cures. The day of true joy will arrive, people who bashed you will eventually stay silent, apologetically accepting the beam of your success, brightening their shadowed dim world. Time is a high-powered multiplier for all insignificant yet constant improvements.

To my dearest and beloved, happy birthday Lynnie!

Mic

11/29'11