When morning light was just a suggestion, Mom would rouse her sleepy children with, "It's time to get up; you don't want to miss the best part of the day." We'd stumble outside and watch as the world awakened--and we with it. Hushed by dawn's silence, we sat on the cold cement steps and listened--to the soft hoots of the owls, the flutter of the hummingbirds, the crickets in the grass. Dad was already in the fields when the sun roused the day.
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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ―Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning