I smile until a flood of people come in. My eyes go wide and I grip his hand. I wrap my arms around him and whisper in his ear. "It is going to be okay." I say
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
"I am going to help you fight it. If we leave I cannot." I say. "I want you to trust me." I touch the side of his face. "No one's life will be lost today." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
