There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer. When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!" He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages. -taken from a random qoute found online
God saw that she was getting tired, And a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around her and whispered, "Tis' time to come to me." With tearful eyes we watched her struggle, And we saw her fade away. Although we love her dearly, We would not have her stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hardworking hands to rest; God broke our hearts to prove us, He only takes the best. -Unknown