The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly. Recently, one of my best friends, whom I've shared just about everything with since the first day of kindergarten, spent the weekend with me. A renowned feminist teaches us how to follow our dreams .
Children are like kites .
They hit the roof. You patch, comfort and assure them that someday they will fly. A Chinese panacea to cure every sorrow one might have. Share this old-time wisdom from George Washington's cherry tree.