I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
Kindness is the only service that will stand the storm of life and not wash out.
It will wear well and be remembered long after the prism of politeness or the complexion of courtesy has faded away. When I am gone, I hope it can be said of me that I plucked a thistle and planted a flower wherever I thought a flower would grow.
Last Update: January, 2020