randomgrafix, except for my heart, lumgs, liver, eyes and bones-I am in good shape.

In spite of all handicaosm, we have to go on living and by facing a sea of troubles, defeating them! (Paraphrased) My favorite poem is Invictus.
"Into the valley of deathe rode the valiant 600"
Good poem, I love it too.
"In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed."
It says it all, don't give up, don't give in and do not go gently into the night


