One of the very few reasons I ...

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.
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 Robert Fulghum

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If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.
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 Robert Fulghum
Peace is not something you wish for. It's something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.
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 Robert Fulghum
Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
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 Robert Fulghum
I love this child. Red-haired - patient and gentle like her mother - fey and funny like her father. When she giggles I can hear him when he and I were young. I am part of this child. It may be only because we share genes and that therefore smell familiar to each other.... It may be that a part of me lives in her in some important way.... But for now, it's jelly beans and 'Old MacDonald' that unite us.
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 Robert Fulghum
When my father finally got around to teaching me to drive, he was impressed at my "natural" talent for driving, not knowing that I had already been secretly driving my mother's car around the neighborhood. When I took the test and got my license and my father gave me my own set of keys to the car one night at dinner, it was a major rite of passage for him and my mother. Their perception of me had changed and was formally acknowledged. For me the occasion meant a private sanction to do in public what I had already been doing in secret.
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 Robert Fulghum