But then, right in the middle of the vision, the monastery bell rang. A minister dies and, resplendent in his clerical collar and colorful robes, waits in line at the Pearly Gates. Just ahead of him is a guy dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. The Master ordinarily dissuaded people from living in a monastery. 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.