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A Wake-Up Call

I wasn’t sure where to start this series.  I bounced back and forth between an introduction post that would tell you about myself & all of my personal struggles or the situation that inspired me to start the series to begin with.  Ultimately, I have decided to start with the story of what happened the day I decided to write about it since, well, that’s kind of where this journey of self-help starts.  We can jump right in.  Let me set the stage.

I’ve been overworked(by babies) & under paid (in sleep, that is).  I am currently trying to get my 8 month old to sleep more through the night, all the while, also getting him used to sharing a room with his 2 year old sister.  I’m tired, my allergies are overwhelmingly bad, & I haven’t had a moment to myself in what feels like an eternity.  I decide to go get a pedicure when I leave work.   A pedicure is one of those things that I would love to treat myself to more often, but I feel awkward walking into a building full of ladies & announcing that I want my toes done for some reason, so I normally pass.  However, on this day, I felt like I needed something.  So, I ‘sucked it up’ & chose the nail salon that I wanted to try.

“A pedicure is one of those things that I would love to treat myself to more often, but I feel awkward walking into a building full of ladies & announcing that I want my toes done for some reason, so I normally pass.  However, on this day, I felt like I needed something.  So, I ‘sucked it up’ & chose the nail salon that I wanted to try.”

I walk in, shyly tell the lady what I want when she asks, pick my polish as instructed, & then almost shamefully stand around not knowing what to do for what felt like a few minutes.  Finally, I decide to sit in the waiting area, only to be looked at strange and instructed to move to the pedicure chair that is being prepared.  This may not have even struck anyone there as unusual, but I still felt unbearably stupid.  I am literally two minutes into the salon & I am already so overwhelmed with anxiety that I could bury my head in sand & hold out picking it up for another day.

Then, as I look over to my designated chair, I see a familiar, smiling face.  I see someone that I was actually pretty good friends with in high school (over 10 years ago, mind you).  We hung out on the weekends & slept at each other’s houses.  Our friendship did not end on a sour note.  We simply grew apart.  This is a moment that would probably be relieving or a pleasant surprise to normal people.  What was it to me?  Scary, to say the least.  So, I fake a huge smile & throw her a ‘Hey girl!” while hoping for the best.

Sometimes I feel like seeing old friends is harder than talking to strangers, because there is a certain level of ‘friendliness’ or conversation that is usually expected.  I feel unable to live up to that on most occasions.  I cringe when I see someone that I know in public.  Not because I don’t want to talk to them, but I know that I will probably fail horribly at it.  In these moments I want to be social, but I’m overcome with doubt.  This was most definitely one of those instances.  Here I am, sitting in a chair right next to a former friend & I am so nervous and stupefied that I stumble trying to place my items down & feel like I have to make some excuse for my awkwardness, so I mumble, “I’m sorry.  I haven’t been getting much sleep.”  All the while I am starting to sweat & my throat is getting dry, because I’m becoming increasingly nervous thinking about what on Earth I’m going to say and/or do in this next hour or so of sitting next to someone that I should probably have zero issues talking to.

And so it begins.  She is the epitome of friendly.  She smiles sweetly & asks how I have been.  She did everything right when it came to seeing an old buddy.  Be that as it may, I was there to muck it up, no matter how hard I tried to do the opposite.  First came the “how are you?” which I followed with a “tired”.  Why couldn’t I have simply said, “Good, and you?” you ask?  I’m still wondering that myself.  After about 2-3 painful minutes of small talk, I could tell she was waiting for me to do my part in the conversation.  Here’s the problem with that: I have no idea how to do my part anymore.  It’s so simple to tell people to just relax or to try asking questions, because people like to talk about themselves.  The hard part is actually attempting to relax or think of questions to ask someone when you literally feel like you’re drowning inside of your own brain.

Here we sit, silently, in the nail salon, right next to each other.  There is a long silence and some gazing out of the window.  Then, like the friendly person she is, she gives it another go by asking me if I have recently spoken to some of our mutual high school friends. This is another unfruitful attempt at conversation, because, not only have I not seen these people in almost a decade, I don’t see much of anyone these days.   I don’t even have a back-up plan when it comes to talking about other people that we know.  There is more silence.  I am desperate to think of something to say.  I am desperate to think of anything to say, so she doesn’t think that I am uninterested in her conversation.

I finally come up with a thought and undoubtedly, I start to doubt myself.  Things run through my head, such as, “why would you ask that?  That’s stupid” or “she’s going to think you’re weird.”  I have a good 5 minute argument with myself about how stupid and/or pointless what I want to say is before recognizing my self-destructive attitude & forcing myself to say what I was thinking.  Because, how will I ever find out how the conversation could turn out if I don’t even have the courage to talk?  Uncertainly, I ask, “so what do y’all do for the holidays?  Do you try to go see all of your families in one day or do you split it up somehow?”  Yes, that was a best I had.  I went for it.  It worked, until she finished telling me what they do for the holidays.  Then I was lost again.  Though, I did gain some helpful insight for working around multiple families during the holidays.

For the next 30 minutes or so there were numerous awkward (at least it felt that way on my part) silences & multiple brief phone checks, & window gazes.  She attempts conversation a couple more times, like I feel most confident people would, before finally throwing in the towel.  Eventually the nail tech is done with her pedicure & she stands up to leave.  I decide to put myself out there again and tell her goodbye.  She didn’t actually reply or follow with a “nice seeing you” or anything, but I can’t say that I blame her.  I mean, was it actually nice seeing me or did I just help her to experience one of the most painfully awkward pedicures she has sat through in her entire life?  I’ll never know for sure, but my gut tells me it’s the latter.

I leave this pedicure with a million thoughts circling my brain.  I’m proud of myself for actually opening my mouth & saying something I wanted to say even though I was feeling doubtful.  In spite of my efforts, I think the experience was an overall failure.  On the way home I think of all the things that I could have said or done, if I could have thought to say or do them.  I do this often.  I consider how many times in my life this has happened & I’m curious as to how or if I can make it stop.  I ponder on how many people out there actually understand how this feels or how many people would never guess that I struggle with this.  Tears begin to weld up in my eyes.  I wonder how many people have a negative opinion of me based on an awkward meeting they have had with me, that they expected to go differently.  I wonder if I can fix this.  I wonder if I will ever have more courage around people?  I am perplex.   I cry.  What kind of crazy self-hate is this?

And then I start to wonder if talking about it openly would help.  Here we are.


Life Lessons from a Hidden Hero

Today I’d like to share with you the stories and lessons of a ‘less fortunate’ man, who taught me so much in the few years that I knew him. He was a simple man but, he had a heart of gold. I am truly saddened that I couldn’t see my buddy one more time before his last day here on Earth:(
This is my recognition Of Tony “Cookie” “Billy” Parker.

In early 2008, I started working at a bar, downtown in New Iberia, La. One of my best friends, Kristen, worked there and I was always visiting with her. So, when they needed a replacement girl, fast, I gave it a go.

Kristen and I would go hang out with each other for our slow, afternoon shifts. People really didn’t start coming downtown until about 8, so it could be a little boring sometimes when you have to start working at 3:00PM. I hadn’t been working in the bar for very long, when one afternoon, Tony walked in. On this particular day, I was sitting at work, with Kristen as my sole ‘business’. It was early and we had nothing to do.

By first sight, the man was unkempt. His beard was patchy and unshaven, he’s clothes were old and beat up, and the smell…oh, the smell. I instantly felt sorry for him. Then, something I am ashamed of happened..-I got scared. He scared me. He was dirty and couldn’t talk correctly. I did not know what to say or do with him but, I didn’t have the heart to just snarl at him to leave because, he simply looked unpleasant. So, instead, I just watched him.

He walked around aimlessly for a few minutes and talked to Kristen. He has a very crucial stutter and, though he did aim some comments in my direction, I did not understand a word that he said. But, Kristen did. She sat there and talked to him and laughed with him for about 10 minutes before he happily hopped back on his bike and pedaled away.

When he left, I was still dumbfounded. Who is this guy? How does Kristen know him? What on Earth did he say to her? What was so funny? HOW DID SHE UNDERSTAND HIM?! So, I did what any curious young lady would do- I asked.

Kristen began explaining to me how she knew, Billy (which is what everyone thought his name was at the time). She explained to me that, with patience, she has learned to understand him (kind of like we have to do with toddlers and small children who don’t speak clearly yet). She also explained to me that he would come and hang out with her everyday, so she wouldn’t have to be alone and bored when I was not there. But, what she told me next is really what stopped me in my tracks.

Kristen began to tell me how the public treated this friend she had, that was so kind to go and visit with her every day. She told me about the rude comments and how people would throw quarters at him because, sometimes he would ‘beg’ for change. Every word that slipped from her tongue was like another dagger to my heart. Why did this man have to be treated so badly? Simply because, we didn’t understand him? And that day, I decided that I was going to do just that. I decided that maybe my friend was on to something. Why judge this man? He certainly looks like he already has a rough enough life. Why couldn’t I just slow down and try to understand him? Why couldn’t I be his friend too? So, I did.
And that man changed a part of who I am, forever.

See, what I learned when getting to know Tony, was this- don’t judge a book by its cover. We can’t always just fear the unknown. That means we are scared to grow.

I did take the time out to get to know Tony. And honestly, what would I have done with those boring hours anyway? Why spend them ignoring one of the few people around, who is just trying to feel accepted? Maybe we really aren’t that different. After all, isn’t acceptance one of those things that everyone strives for? So, I let myself be open to getting to know Tony.

In the years I worked in the bar, I saw somethings happen to Tony that made my heart cry out. He’s been called a bum, useless, and a crackhead. People usually thought he was homeless. I’ve seen this man be belittled, shunned, kicked out of places for his appearance, and simply ignored or made to feel wrong because, he had the nerve to even walk by someone who thought that they were better than he. And the facts are, those people will NEVER be half of the man that Tony was because, they don’t have the heart. Tony was misunderstood, not a bad person.

The amazing part about Tony was, no matter how bad anyone else treated him…he knew we loved him and he was our buddy. It never failed that he would come right back later, or the next day, with that same huge smile on his face.

Upon getting to know Tony, I learn that, if he slowed down..he won’t stutter. I learned that he is NOT a crackhead. He was simply born with a slightly slower learning ability and was kept uneducated by whomever he lived with, so they could get his check every month. A check that Tony never personally saw. He would sit and talk to me for hours. It was all starting to make sense.

People may think it was weird but, Tony and I formed a real bond. A real friendship. He was really a person and I really accepted and respected that. He’d show up when I was closing and stay with me sometimes just to make sure I was ok and not alone that late at night. I used to give him rides home, after he’d help me clean the bar. He would even tell me what road to drop him on because, ‘where he lived wasn’t safe for a pretty girl like me.’ I’ve watched this man work for hours to earn $20, then turn around and buy a daiquiri from me JUST so he could tip me. ( he normally didn’t have money. I’d buy him a couple drinks every now and then but, he normally couldn’t afford to buy anything for himself.). I’ve watched him proudly accept a suit and put it on. We had a dress code at the bar that I worked at, at that time. That night, he walked in looking spiffier than ever, in his suit. He had the biggest smile that I had ever seen, on his face.

I even once watched him refuse $50 that someone offered him. And when they asked him why, he simply replied, “I didn’t earn it.” Now, don’t get me wrong. Tony would ask us for quarters and he’d take a couple of dollars if you gave it to him. But, I guess, when it was small amounts from a bunch of different people, he didn’t feel like he’s putting them out. Because, he would not take that much money from this guy who was just offering it to him. I felt so proud of this man. He had nothing yet, he wasn’t going to take that large of a hand out, without working for it. And, just so you all know, the guy offering the money spoke with one of the bar owners and worked out a deal of Tony mopping the floor that night, for his $50 payment. Everybody wins.

When I would have to work doubles, all weekend for festivals, he’d show up on his bike with plate lunches for me. I normally didn’t eat them but, only because I really was not sure where they came from. However, I never let him know that. I would kindly thank him and visit for a while. I would then slide my plate lunch under the bar because, I couldn’t eat it with customers, anyway. It warmed my heart that my friendship was so important to him.

As time went on, more and more people did warmup to Tony. There are lots of people out there who love him. It never stopped the bad completely but, as time went on..he made more and more friends. Our friends would question us and we’d explain. Luckily, good, compassionate people do still roam this world.

Tony always just wanted to laugh, hang out, and be accepted by everyone he would meet. He actually had a good sense of humor and tried his best to keep us laughing. He is one of those treasures that most people don’t have because, they don’t bother to notice or worry with him. Some people just didn’t have the compassion, patience, or desire to try to know who he was. Tony just wanted to have friends and be someone’s friend. I truly believe that he tried to do the best that he could, with the hand that he was dealt.

I’m very sad to say that I hadn’t had the pleasure of talking to Tony in a year or two. I am a few years past my ‘going out’ phase and my life has been pretty overwhelming for the last two years. I actually tried waving to him, when I saw him on his bike a couple of weeks ago. He didn’t see me. Today, I am feeling very sad that I did not turn around that day and go say hi like I wanted to. I will miss my ol’ buddy. But, I will never forget the memories that we shared, the beautiful heart that he had, or him.

Anyway, I don’t want to make today’s post too long and drawn out.
I would simply like to leave you with this thought:

Look around you today. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. No matter what is going wrong in your life right now, it’s still life and it’s still beautiful. If Tony can smile everyday, so can you. And next time you see a random stranger or someone who seems less fortunate, don’t fear and judge them. Embrace and show love to everyone, regardless of age, race, social status, etc. You truly never know who has a beautiful heart hidden in them and what unexpected lessons you will learn from opening yourself up to something you aren’t familiar with.

I dedicate this post to Tony Parker, a hidden hero. A man who probably never knew how much he taught me and how big he opened my heart. I don’t think he ever knew how much he mattered to a lot of people. May you rest in Peace, Tony. A Teacher of great lessons and a hero that was hidden amongst us.






Ode to Martin: Life Lessons From An Old Friend

This is a blog post written by my Uncle, Tommy Landry, right after my brother’s death. I really, really wish I had a Link to the original post to share. However, it has been quite sometime since he has posted it. I feel extremely fortunate that I could even dig up the actual post content. (Only because, I saved it. Due to it being a great piece of work). I think this pretty much sums everything up.
And I’m betting on my Uncle not getting too upset with me for re sharing this post.

Tommy Landry, Entrepreneurship, Marketing, Real-Time, Social Media wrote:

“Today I write this blog post with a heavy heart. Just last night, we returned from a trip back home to visit my family. Normally, a trip like this is filled with joy and laughs, sharing stories, and general goodness.

This time was different. You see, 2012 has been a tough year for all of us. We lost my last two grandparents in March and July. Last week, we lost my 26-year old nephew. My sister’s son. The baby I rocked to sleep when he was just a tiny little guy back in the late 80s.

Martin LeBlanc
Nov. 7, 1985 – Oct. 18, 2012

Martin was a very special person. He was born with a list of health issues including dwarfism, adrenal problems, and a sunken septum. We knew his life would be shorter than most of us. But with medical advancements and hope, we watched as he grew into a man.

It wasn’t easy. Martin had frequent blood sugar crashes and needed daily medication to sustain stability. He was under constant watch, and for good reason. My sister and mother were absolute saints, tirelessly monitoring his condition, jumping in to take care of him when needed, and getting him medical care when he needed it, even in the middle of the night or when traveling on vacations.

Martin also had huge challenges in dealing with his condition. Drinking was a vice of his, one that made the condition worse. He used it as a crutch, particularly after he made a mistake that prevented him from chasing his dream of taking part in the fire department. The kid had a tough life, there’s no question about that.

But in spite of the cards he was dealt, Martin had a great heart. He was always there to make people laugh. When anyone was down, he propped them up and told them it would be okay. At times he covered it in a veil of anger, but what he really wanted most of all was to be loved and accepted. And to help others in any way he could.

The past week has been very difficult. But it came with a great deal of reflection. In reflecting, I realized that Martin’s life illustrated some very important lessons that we should keep in mind both personally and professionally. I want to share those with you today. So I offer you an Ode to Martin.

Lesson 1: Be Brave
How many times do you find yourself shuddering at the thought of taking on a huge problem? Or having to face the music for a mistake you made?

It can be all too easy to be afraid and run away from problems. But most of them will pale in comparison to what Martin lived through. Every day, he had to be brave from the moment he woke up. Any day could have been his last. But he gutted through it, and so can you.

Lesson 2: Take Action Now
What goals do you have in front of you? Have you started pursuing them? If not, why not?

We are all here for a limited amount of time. For each and every one of us, that timeline is unique and unknown. Are you living the life that makes you happy? Or are you waiting to get to it “some day”?

Martin took the time to make small differences in the world every single day. He knew he had to live now, because his days were limited. He was putting forth effort to be the best person he could be and making real progress, if only the clock allowed him more time. Sadly, his is a story that will remain unfinished, much to my and my family’s chagrin.

“Some day” may never come. Get off your rear and make it happen now. If ever “Carpe Diem” were appropriate, this is it.

Lesson 3: Don’t Take Time or People for Granted
Ever since he was a kid, there was rarely a trip back home where I didn’t at least get to see and say hello to Martin. In July, when I was there for my grandmother’s funeral, we never managed to connect.

Thankfully, my (brilliant) wife urged me to call him after we returned home, and he answered the call (we never talked on the phone because he hardly ever kept it with him and answered). We had a nice conversation which lasted maybe 10 minutes, but I was able to tell him I missed him and wished we could have gotten together.

We are all busy. There are only so many hours in the day, days in the week, etc. It takes effort to consciously do the most with your time, to be productive, and to fit in all the people who matter. When it is so easy to just text message, tweet, or otherwise avoid taking real time to focus on an issue or a person, we can lose sight of what is important.

Every second and every person matters. Appreciate the opportunity to spend the time while you still can. Before you know it, you may run out of chances to appreciate some of the gifts life brings to you. This matters both personally and in the business world, more than many realize.

Lesson 4: Everyone Can Teach You Something
I meet a lot of people in my line of business and through networking. Too many folks focus mainly on the heavy hitters, the “up and comers”, and people with accolades. While there’s nothing wrong with that approach, it would be foolish to deny yourself the opportunity to learn a more well rounded set of lessons. This is found through everyone we meet.

Martin touched many lives through his sense of humor and supportive nature. He taught me that even physical shortcomings can be overcome, and you can still have that fire inside which lights up the lives of others. He was lucky to have the 26 short years he did have, and he lived a lot in those 26 years. And he taught something to everyone who was lucky enough to meet and get to know him.

Lesson 5: Learn From Setbacks, And Move On
This is perhaps the toughest one. Martin survived a litany of close calls and setbacks, many of which found him in the emergency room or laid up for a day or two. But he bucked up, pulled it together, and moved on each time. He knew that one day, he wouldn’t bounce back. It didn’t matter to him.

From my perspective, his passing itself has been a rather significant setback. Sure, it’s tough to lose not one, but two grandparents in a single year. But they had long lucrative lives, one making it to 100 years old and the other to 98. I miss them, but they were ready for it. For the candle to go out on a 26 year old kid who was just getting his sea legs in place for life, that’s just plain tough.

This post is me taking my own advice. Martin wouldn’t want us to despair over him. He specifically told us not to mourn, but to throw him a “party for the ages” – that’s our Martin! In honor of his wishes, I am learning and taking it forward with me, so he can live on through that influence.

This holds true for businesses as well. Things go wrong, sometimes very big things. The key is not to avoid mistakes, but to embrace them and grow from the experience.

Lesson 6: Be Who You Want To Be

Martin was a very vocal guy, and he really didn’t care if you agreed with the words he said or how he said them. This got him into trouble at times when he was a bit too colorful or blunt for some folks.

One thing about him though: He was who he was, and who he wanted to be. Don’t live your life or run your business to get approval from others. Crystallize the vision of what you stand for, and start acting on that vision today.

Final Word: Know a Hero When You See One
Heroes are all around us in everyday life. The guy in front of you at the grocery store, the kid who delivers your newspaper, even the janitor in your kid’s school could be carrying burdens that you simply cannot imagine. but they all keep their chin up and tackle life the best they can.

This was Martin. He was a hero in his own way. I respect and miss him, and I hope these thoughts help improve your day and your year in some small way. He’d be pleased.

Thank you for reading. Namaste.”








What I learned in 2012. Yes, 2012.

This is a some-what older post. I originally posted this on December 17, 2012 onto my Facebook feed.

I just felt like reflecting back & sharing it with all of you. Also, it makes me think of my brother, and that is always nice.

Dec 17, 2012 near Morbihan, LA
As 2012 is coming to a close..I figured I’d reflect back on things I’ve learned this year..here’s 100 of the millions of things that I have learned in 2012! If you don’t feel like reading 100 of them..then don’t. K?Thanks,bye(:

1) I hate doing perms. And they stink.
2) It’s easier to cut hair on a person, than it is on a mannequin.
3) I love Science Channel. And I love Space.
4) I can survive the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I know, because, I did. RIP Martini, I love you! Bff
5) I still forking love eggs & bacon.
6) You can bleach your hair so much that it can literally be stained by hair color.
7) You can bleach you hair so much, that it will no longer hold color at all.
8) Cutting hair.
9) How to make a chair, jewelry holder, & multiple other things from one baby crib.
10) I love repurposing things. DIY for life!
11) I’m pretty talented.
12) I have a lot to offer.
13) I want babies soon.
14) Did I mention how much I love eggs & bacon?
15) I have the weirdest/best boyfriend, bestfriends, & dogs in the universe.
16) I’m good at painting on walls:P
17)fishtail braid
18) I Finally found someone who loves me, as much as I love them. And shows it. Soulmate♥
19) You can mix purple hair color with the wrong white additive & your hair will end up mint green.
20) I can have whatever hair color I want.
21) My clothes don’t need to match. People think I’m cool anyway.
22) people love how weird & honest I am.
23) moving is a lot of work. moving 3 times in a year in a half….yeah
24) I hate driving to and inside of Lafayette.
25) Some commercials are worth the show stopping.
26) Color is my second language.
27) you can make blankets without sewing anything.
28) People like to give me stuff.
29) I’m doing a good job at this karma thing.
30) zebras dancing with wolves.
31) you can make a curtain from almost ANYTHING.
32) I still hate auto correct. But, I still won’t turn it off.
33) I simply can’t own a purse or wallet for over 6 months without breaking it in some way.
34) I will still use a purse or wallet, broken, for like 6 months.
35) I hate doing dishes more than I thought. And I already thought I hated it a lot.
36) sponge bob was originally intended to be an adult cartoon.
37) My brother is freaking popular.
38) Real friends are always there when it matters. No matter what.
39) My boyfriend rocks.
40) I use a lot of toilet paper.
41) Watercolors.
42) Pine needles catch on fire VERY quickly.
43) People steal Epson Salt. I shit you not.
44) We found that snickers btw.
45) We drink a lot of milk.
46) people like pictures of ANYTHING.
47) I think that people think I’m entertaining?
48) Ramen noodle everything.
49) Boudin at Earl’s is boss.
50) it can take like an hour for a 9 month old to successfully have sex with Maxi.
51) Maxi is into chihuahuas.
52) I had forgot about the Taco Bell dog.
53) I will have a love child with Lava Sauce.
54) I’m smarter than I thought.
55) Apparently, I will be a good mom.
56) You can miss someone so much that it hurts.
57) I cook good.
58) Smash cake. I shouldn’t need to say more.
59) The best day of the year is the day before Valentine’s(:
60) Now, I know what real love feels like.
61) I rhyme on accident A LOT.
62) I can’t be normal.
63) I don’t want to be either.
64) people can tell when I don’t take my medicine.
65) I want a new dish washer.
66) Josh loves cheese just as much as I do.
67) Josh & I make a pretty good team.
68) I have so. Many. Ideas.
69) I’m extremely initiative.
70) I work pretty well under pressure…usually.
71) You digest food faster laying in your left side.
72) it’s not hard for me to think of random things.
73) you wouldn’t survive a day in my brain.
74) My feet have gotten bigger..they were already pretty big.
75) people are nuts.
76) I believe in the Law of Attraction.
77) Garlic everything.
78) Nenard Brother’s has gangster chicken salad.
79) It’s not that hard to make donuts.
80) Surprisingly, I’m a pretty deep person.
81) I care about others A LOT..almost too much sometimes.
82) I have mastered unconditional love.
83) Family is family. Blood make you related. Loyalty makes you family. Family will be there forrrrevvverr.
84) I still know almost every word to Half Baked.
85) I need a car.
86) I don’t like not having a job.
87) Depending on other’s sucks.
88) But, I’m incredibly grateful and know I’m bless to have someone to depend on when I need it most.
89) I like to do hood rat things.
90) I NEED curtains.
91) You find the best people when and where you least expect to.
92) Dogs are people too, lol.
93) Napoleon & Hitler only ha one testicle.
94) Gloves without fingers are useful.
95) A picture is worth way more than a 1,000 words.
96) Speak out, even if you feel like no one is listening. The right people always hear you if they’re supposed to.
97) Really happiness isn’t getting what you want. It’s wanting what you have.
98) No one can make you happy if you aren’t happy with yourself.
99) Sometimes there’s just nothing you can do besides be there. And that’s ok. Put 110% into that.
100) Like fingerprints, everyone’s tongue prints are different.