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RE: If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
I had to stop traveling alone because I missed so many planes. When somebody runs up to you in the airport and begins to tell you their life story, you can't say, 'Excuse me, boo,' as they're weeping on your bosom.
Author: Iyanla Vanzant