Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress. So, Hope.. Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier‘ !!
My daughter told me she wasn’t afraid of spider but that she was afraid of my smoking. She said that she was afraid of my dying. So i went downstairs,
picked up a pair of pliers and a blowtorch and showed her what real fear was.
