a few good quotes

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“A good soup attracts chairs.” -African proverb

“Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.” -Plautus

Johnny Cash, when asked about his description of paradise: “This morning, with her, having coffee.”

“I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.” -J.D. Salinger

“It’s funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” -The Catcher in the Rye

“RETURNING TO LIFE AFTER BEING DEAD – When I am feeling dreary, annoyed and generally unimpressed by life, I imagine what it would be like to come back to this world for just a day after having been dead. I imagine how sentimental I would feel about the very things I once found stupid, hateful or mundane. Oh, there’s a light switch! I haven’t seen a light switch in so long! I didn’t realize how much I missed light switches! Oh! Oh! And look – the stairs up to our front porch are still completely cracked! Hello cracks! Let me get a good look at you. And there’s my neighbor, standing there, fantastically alive, just the same, still punctuating her sentences with you know what I’m saying? Why did that bother me? It’s so… endearing.” -Amy Krouse Rosenthal

P.s. Photo by Sofie Sund

To my father just because

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If you know my father, you know he’s never met a stranger. As a die-hard introvert, I will never fully understand this ability. It is indeed a rare quality, a gift that has set him apart  his entire life.  He could talk to a wall, and the wall would somehow leave feeling affirmed and cared for! He invented the term ‘Networking’ and has more friends than Facebook can handle.

But perhaps what amazes me most of all is his endless capacity for people. If you want to be a part of his life, you can. He will make room for you without a second thought. He will remember your story, think of you often and genuinely care about your life. Some people only have room in their hearts for a finite number of people, but not him. For instance, years after he left campus ministry, he can effortlessly recall specific details about each of the college students he worked with and where they are now. Your story settles in his bones and stays there. Sometimes I wonder if I too could make more room for others in my life, that maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. And while this may be the case to some degree, I also believe that my father is just plain special. You will come across very few people like him who listen genuinely and remember earnestly. There is no limit to his love– once a friend of Scott’s, always a friend.

And while juggling all those relationships at once, he somehow always maintains pure intentions. Even if something doesn’t turn out exactly like he planned, you can rest assured it is never because of ill motives.

Now I know he’s not a saint, and there can be danger in setting someone on too high a pedal stool, but I also believe in singing people’s praises where they are due as much as possible in this difficult world. No, it’s not Father’s Day or his birthday or his anniversary, it is simply January 17th. But today and every day, I am grateful to have this man in my life.

Cheers to you Dad, we love you.