My mama used to tell me the hardest mile’s always the last one home. When you’re almost at the finish line, you start slowing down. Because you know it’s coming. But that’s when you gotta find something extra. Something inside of you you didn’t know you had. It means finding the one thing that gave you something to live for in the first place.
If we live our lives the best we can, we can leave this world a little better than we found it.
If we can see past the fear, we find out what really matters. And we learn that sometimes, the things that set us apart can also bring us together. Because family is what we make it. Each one of us. Together.
I don’t want to be special. I want to be like everyone else.
Grown-ups get it backwards sometimes.
Great leaders are created in the most unexpected of places. But the worst, they are made the old-fashioned way.
Even if you think you know it, say “I love you” to each other every day, multiple times a day.
We don’t always know what’s right, that’s part of growing up.
This is just bricks and concrete. Home is wherever we’re all together.[Wendy Eden: Look what they did. This was our home.]
They don’t make them bigger than me.
There are two parts to every sacrifice. The pain of giving up what you love, and what’s waiting for you on the other side.
There are no kids like me. I’m the only one left.
