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You wannu know what the Very Best Part about growing up is?
Hopefully you do, because I'm going to tell you!!
It's changing.
The VBP about growing up is changing... evolving... learning!... sharing!!
When we grow, we change... and in order to change we have to learn.
In order to learn we have to think.
In order to think we have to comprehend.

Do you want to know what the most unfortunate trait a human being could have is?
The inability to learn - this drastically hinders the ability to grow!
You can tell me something about something that has nothing to do with my beliefs.
Perhaps you believe that the solar system is vast?
Maybe you think that worms don't live below your feet?
You might ponder whether or not the earth really is round...?

Next time this type of conversation takes place
- PLEASE -
take a moment to listen. 
Take a moment to hear.
Make that person you are speaking to feel important!
Let them have dignity and courage!
Be attentive and inquisitive!
Show respect and be polite!
Do unto others what you would have them do unto you...

Growing up is all what you make it.
There is no pre-determined path you must follow.
There is no road that you can't go down.

Finding yourself and all that you were meant to be is part of growing up.
Sometimes that is scary.
Sometimes we don't think that we can do it alone.
Sometimes we believe that it is impossible -
but if that were so,
then
why
have so many ahead of us done it?

All we really have in this world is ourselves.
Find your capability...
discover your passion!!
Be a friend to yourself - Believe in YOU!!

Know that there is salvation.
Know that there is grace.
Teach it.
Share it!
Bring it on!!


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