Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.

Laugh as much as possible, because one moment will stop this moment.

Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

If we stop helping people because we__e afraid, or ambivalent or whatever, then we lose. Let them do evil. I__l stop them.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.