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She was never the most clever, the fastest, brightest, or funniest. She read slowly; she learned slowly. Her jokes fell short and she stumbled in her speech. But her religion was love; her philosophy was compassion. Her thoughts gave her strength, her actions gave her power. Power to choose happiness, and spread it to the world.

A little candle can send photons rolling down mountains and across valleys; it can cast shadows that would bring down giants. The flickering flame off a candle can seem so mundane in contrast to a midday Texas summer sun, but in a dark cavern it is a precious gift to guide you home. Certain days light is all around, easy to find, hold, and revere. Others it seems like only a fable… Read More