a bruised reed he will not break, a smoldering wick he will not quench. Mt. 12:20
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- just shooting questions to the universe and hoping that when the right time comes I will receive some answers, or if not, I will be given something to enrich my life.
Showing posts with label Class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Class. Show all posts
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Class
Class is not a matter of wearing the right dress, of speaking a European language, of picking the right wine, of belonging to an exclusive club, of hobnobbing with the rich, the influential and the famous.
Class is a sparkle that comes from within that keeps one grounded. Class makes one comfortable with being pleasant with all and to all, not being blinded by fear or by any sense of superiority.
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