My life in my own words.: Hayden is getting so big!!!!

Here are some updated images of Hayden he will be 4 months on December 15th.

A few words ~ Bob Marley

"Bob Marley isn't my name. I don't even know my name yet."

"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our mind."

"Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction."

"I don't stand for the black man's side, I don' t stand for the white man's side. I stand for God's side."

"Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!"

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."

"Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?"

"Tell the children the truth."

"The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow."

"When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open."

"When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself."

"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know Im not perfect - and I dont live to be. But before you start pointing fingers make sure your hands are clean."

Quotes from Florence Nightingale

How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.

I attribute my success to this - I never gave or took any excuse.

I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.

It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a hospital that it should do the sick no harm.

She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.

So never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small, for it is wonderful how often in such matters the mustard-seed germinates and roots itself.

The martyr sacrifices themselves entirely in vain. Or rather not in vain; for they make the selfish more selfish, the lazy more lazy, the narrow narrower.

The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

Women never have a half-hour in all their lives (excepting before or after anybody is up in the house) that they can call their own, without fear of offending or of hurting someone. Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have 'no time in the day to themselves.'

And so is the world put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts (which were meant, not for selfish gratification, but for the improvement of that world) to conventionality.

It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm.

I can stand out the war with any man.

I stand at the altar of the murdered men, and, while I live, I fight their cause.

Asceticism is the trifling of an enthusiast with his power, a puerile coquetting with his selfishness or his vanity, in the absence of any sufficiently great object to employ the first or overcome the last.

No man, not even a doctor, ever gives any other definition of what a nurse should be than this -- 'devoted and obedient.' This definition would do just as well for a porter. It might even do for a horse. It would not do for a policeman.

For what is Mysticism? Is it not the attempt to draw near to God, not by rites or ceremonies, but by inward disposition? Is it not merely a hard word for 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within'? Heaven is neither a place nor a time.

You ask me why I do not write something.... I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results.

Monday

Hayden is getting so big!!!!

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