September 26, 2005 - RT 06:02
My most precious treasure fits in a milk crate. September 26, 2005
My most precious treasure fits in a milk crate. The pay sucks, the job is grueling so...Why do it? Every waking moment I commit to the angels. The sweet little lives entrusted to my care by the Great Spirit. These are not mine, they belong to the universe, I am mearly their guardian and advocate, managing their care until they come of age. If I do my job the very best I can, my hope is to become obsolete.