We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. | |
— Viktor Frankl | |
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On This Day In: | |
2022 | Maybe We Should Start Over? |
Fesley (Mostly) Full Scale (Electric) Strat Style Guitar (G.A.S. == 9) | |
2021 | Born Again |
Begin Writing (Unwritten) | |
2020 | Nah… I’m Still Chuckling |
Squeaking By With “C’s” (Letter To Me) | |
2019 | Consider Me A Phony |
2018 | Last |
Day 10: Double Digits | |
2017 | Could You Repeat The Question? |
2016 | Still Busy? |
2015 | Why, Just This Morning… |
2014 | Just Kindness |
2013 | Now Shaking |
2012 | Absurdity, n. |
2011 | Minor Changes |
Things I’ve Learned From Life – Nana Carter | |
Acting Out | |
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August 6, 2018 by kmabarrett
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