Mirror, Mirror on the wall, tell me the future, and that's not all;

-       I want to know what will come next;
-       I want to know the who, when, and how.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, why do you not speak; tell me the answers to the questions I seek!

-       What makes one strong and another weak?
-       What makes one strive for greatness and another accept mediocrity?

I'm not listening!

·      You told me once
·      You told me twice
·      You told me three times
·      You told me four times
·      You told me five times

Today, I did something.

- it wasn't much, really
- it didn't take a lot of time
- it didn't cost any money

What came first—the Chicken or the Egg? My seven-year-old daughter, Lauren, asked me this question one day.

Lauren asked me again, "What came first—the Chicken or the Egg?”

I thought momentarily about some profound, meaningful answer but was interrupted by Lauren, who said she knew the answer (this is very common for Lauren).

“Dad, you think you are so smart.  You have several degrees but don’t know the answer to my question.  And I know the answer!”

After many months of work, an artist finally finished his masterpiece. The painting depicts a man waiting outside a door late at night, holding a lantern to illuminate his way. The artist was pleased with his work and entered a worldwide art competition.

I have a box of memories.

Shining, bright, and bold.

I have a box of memories.

Some warm, some very cold.

Answering an advertisement in a newspaper stating, "The Secret of Never Losing Another Game in Tennis for only $99.95" offered by the only "undefeated" tennis player alive, a young man cut out the reply address form, filled out his name and address, wrote out a check for $99.95, enclosed the reply address form and check into an envelope, and wrote the mailing address on envelope to a Post Office Box in Chicago, Illinois, stamped the envelope and placed the envelop in the mail.    

The psychiatrist and theologian writer Gerald May speaks of a person he knew in one of the poorest psychiatric wards in New York, a young woman named Karen who sat alone day after day without responding to anyone who spoke to her. Every day, one of the maintenance men, Mike Foster, would sit at her side, eating his lunch and chatting with her even though she showed no response. One day, as John prepared to leave with his usual, “See you tomorrow, Karen,” she answered, “See you tomorrow, Mike.” A year later, she left the hospital and lived an everyday and happy life.

At 2:00 pm on August 31, 2001, the Public Broadcasting System (PBS) aired the final original showing of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. After more than 30 years of greeting youngsters each day on television with his trademark "Hi, Neighbor," Fred Rogers, host and creator of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, put away his cardigan and sneakers for the last time.

This week, the world took pause to recognize the 50th Anniversary of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, which first aired on February 19th, 1968.