Forgiveness: Of yourself.

I think the hardest form of forgiveness to grasp, embrace and to execute, is the forgiveness of one self.

Think about it.

Forgiveness; of every kind.

This is one example of forgiveness that I think will always stick with me. The loss of a major part of your life, is something that I think a lot of us (gratefully) don't know about. We don't know how it feels, and we can merely imagine how it would be to be Christ Williams. To each is their own.



This is another example of not just forgiveness, but an example of Jesus Christ. Paul Cardall, instead of cursing the fates he was born into, has dedicated his life, to Christ. If you only had one year to live, what would you change?

Coming up on a lot of things in life, I've decided to do things right. I'm tired of being afraid that someone will get mad if I'm nice. I'd rather they not like me for being kind, than not like me for being rude. Every choice has consequences, and every consequence is a stepping stone that you picked out with your choice. It's like winning a mystery gift.. "Do what is right, let the choice you made, pave a new step stone that will help you progress."

This is a rough draft of a letter that's taken my 1 1/2 months to write, and will take a lot more guts to actually GIVE to the person it's to. Forgiveness may become easy for some as they learn the lesson, it's just hoping that others will be as willing to forgive you as well.

Dear You,
I have no idea how to put this, and I have no idea how you'll react, but I'm hoping that some good will come from this in the long run.

They say that with time, with effort, and with the intent of progressing and bettering yourself, that you do. I can say that with time, with healing and with many trials and tribulations, I have come to the point to where I am able to see what I am, and what I was. "Prone to wander" is one of my #1 realizations. I have had rough points in life, and I've acted and reacted unjustly in many cases, while many others were handled with absolute love and kindness. Sadly, I treated you, and reacted unjustly to you. I'm not begging for friendship, I'm not begging for you to think of me as a saint, but I am, in fact, asking for your forgiveness.

You, I have been so wrong to try and degrade you. The point at which you came into my life was not exactly the best of timing, and I acted childish, and immaturely to your kind attempts to befriend me in the most genuine and christ-like manners.

While you and I have both done our wrong, our hurt, and our own of defending what we love most, I believe that I owe you and apology. I am so sorry for calling you what you did, and I'm sorry for jumping to events in your past where I could have left them be. I am intrigued to know your side of the story, but I don't want to hear that the other involved was the one at fault. I believe that you are a wonderful person, with talents that many of us could only dream of. I've come to realize that you and I are more alike than we'll give credit for. We really are.

Here's me, asking for your forgiveness, and asking for a chance to take things from scratch - for the both of us. We don't have to be friends, but I'd love to get to the point to where we can both speak of one another with fond memories of events where we have solid reasons why we know that one another is a good person in many, many ways.

I pray for you, and always ask for the blessing of progression, and blessings in your behalf, for whatever you stand in need of.

Thanks for helping me remember who I am and what I truly stand for.
Sincerely,
Natalia A. May

Place No More For The Enemy Of My Soul

In 2004 the pornography industry raked in 57 BILLION dollars. That's right, billion.

In 2010, the SAME INDUSTRY raked in a... can you guess? A whopping 97 BILLION.

This may seem blunt, random and to the point, but that's what needs to be done.

I learned about this in Relief Society today, and as it's hard to talk about, it's easy to understand the dance involved.

I know of a few temple marriages, kids involved, GREAT people, where pornography tore that family to shreds.

One of the biggest problems is that people don't get help. As this is a growing problem not only in the world, but in the church, you can understand how this is something worth repeating.

25% of men have ADMITTED to viewing pornography while in the work place.

13% of women have also ADMITTED to viewing pornography in the work place, as well.

And that's only those who have admitted.

A woman in Relief Society just got back from being an EFY counselor for 2 weeks, and she said that there was this girl who came to her and talked about how her 17 year old boyfriend was addicted to pornography, and she didn't know what to do. This woman seeked for help, and asked the girl to pray about what she should do. That girl broke up with her boyfriend the VERY same day.

I don't think there's a shameful person who views pornography, but there is a person who shamefully views pornography. How many would admit to viewing porn, being in the church and such?

Another woman in Relief Society stated that sometimes WE ARE walking pornography. How many of us are LDS women, and we get by with our dress standards? How many of us would be repulsed, and upset if we found out that our significant other, spouse, or brother/father viewed such vile material? Do WE dress appropriately?

A point was made that men are visual beings. They can visualize everything. Pornography, once viewed, will always be subject to recall. It will burn a crater into your mind, and can tear the strongest soul down the the deepest depths of misery.

www.Combatingpornography.org

There is so much to enjoy in this life, and sometimes temptation does get the best of us. Think of King David, King Solomon, and others like that. They started out so righteous... but what went wrong? Temptation, and evil.

"Satan seeks for destruction, but will settle for distraction."

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Did you know that if you search "pornography" on www.lds.org that 862 references show up?

General Authorities were giving speeches on the topic back in the early 60's.

What does that tell you?

It's been a problem for a really long time now, and will continue to be a problem.

There is so much in this world to enjoy, and to be, and to do. Why this? What is there that you gain from something like viewing pornography? Nothing.

I don't have all the answers, but there IS help.

www.combatinpornography.org

-Sister May

Music: The Language of Angels

‎"Music the language of angels. It was our reminder we were blessed with when we were sent here. Some of us are less musically inclined because it was our trial to be given other blessings while here. Angels of good and of evil surround. Listen, for in the language of eternity, comes the responsibility to remind, push forward and help others hear the voice as well." -Natalia May

"The thought intriguing song that brought this up, is the Star Trek Insurrection Theme song. On youtube, it's about 40 seconds into the theme song that hit home. I was bawling, and all I could think was "Heavenly Father really does care for us." The concept for my status came from something my mom told me once. I was about 12, and I was listening to an instrumental piece (Fantasia on a Theme by Ralph Vaughan Williams) and I couldn't help but cry. And my mom came in and said "We're blessed with emotions, feelings, and languages unknown to our mere mortal minds. We, as humans, cannot comprehend the power and connection that music has on us, fully. Can you imagine how much we would know, if we could merely comprehend the fullness of music, it's purpose, and the influence it not only has in our mortal lives, but our spiritual?" Ever since then, I've had this desire, this appetite to fully expound on the blessing I've been given by being able to connect with music as a whole; both creating, listening and fully engulfing myself in the emotion of it all."

"And also the Star Trek First Contact theme.. I'm, at the moment, listening to Star Trek First Contact Theme for the 7th time since being home from work. Music really is one of the biggest blessings we have in this life... I hope to convey to others the importance of listening to uplifting, strength improving, and pure music. There's so much trash out there now'a'days."

There are some things in this life that can be presented to me, and my walls of any stressful day, fall. I can just relish in those things, and they are the constant reminders of why I go about my day, why I continually improve, and why I always feel bad after being harsh towards someone, even if I am right, and I was standing up for someone.

As a carrier of the blessing to be able to spread the language of eternity, I feel that I am responsible for the well being of so many, and it hit me like a ton of bricks about a month ago.

Being home, you're able to open up a part of you that's left there. Everywhere you go in life, everywhere you move, live and end up... you leave a different legacy of who you are. When I'm home, I become this person who is automatically kicked into high gear mode, staying alert of all evil trying to fight the good that I inherently carry. It amazes me to see who I was, and who I am now. I'm not a WHOLE NEW NATALIA, I'm an improved Daughter of God. It is something else when you realize that there's not a single being on this earth who you would wish any hate, pain, or any other affliction on. I would give anything to right my wrongs, and to redo a lot of what I've done.

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It's been such a tragedy, but strengthening experience to watch as some close family friends are mourning the loss of their brother/son who commit suicide last week. It's amazing what people will do, and what people remember most in times like such. When you're at the end of their memory, and you remember all the good they did, it's amazing how strong bonds like family, and love can carry you on through life. I wish them all the blessings of this world, and I know that he will be judged accordingly. And we can't say what will happen to him, but I know that with a family as amazing as this one, and someone who had it rough being in the military in times like these, there will always be that hope that he will be waiting for your arrival in the eternities.

Music, death, charity, and service. I'd like to think of those things as being the language of an eternity awaiting us in the future. Death is only the beginning.. so many people see it as something scary and hard, but knowing what I do, death is a step into paradise. I don't fear death, but I do fear for the pain that others feel as the result of the loss of a loved one. I've always been intrigued by that saying "Mourning the loss of a loved one." A loss to this timed life, but a continuation of a spiritual plantation, where we'll know everything, remember everything, and we'll be able to hug, hold, and be close to the one person who has carried our burdens, taking our bullets, and has sacrificed himself for the sake of empathy, eternal life, and eternal companionship.

So many do not marry in this life, and I hurt with those who feel the pain of their desire to grow old with someone, but were meant to live this life on their own. I believe that it's those who will receive the greatest blessings above all in heaven, who will be blessed with the most chosen, most beloved above all. Imagine those who were blessed with the protection of being mentally or physically handicapped, and thus are unable to be married at all.

Anytime I try to imagine what walking into the celestial kingdom is like, I can only imagine hordes of people. They say that those you blessed in this life, will be there to greet you in the eternities. Generations of families will be there, hugging you, blessing and praising you. Thanking you. Your family there, waiting to welcome you to your kingdom, your kingdom as a family. One thing that I have always liked about Star Trek is that they travel far distances, and end up on planets of all kinds. Each different, but all out there waiting. Isn't that what it'll be like when we get to heaven? Relieved of our mortal burdens, restored to perfection... I don't think we can even imagine what awaits us. The hosts of heaven who will trumpet, and bow to us when we get back.

We are the chosen children, chosen for the last days. I would imagine that we had to be pretty strong spirits to be given the privilege to wait to come to the earth these days. I wonder how it felt for us to watch our friends and family go to earth before us, watching them suffer, and be tried... how we felt when they gave up. I would figure that an eternal bond is a bond that is felt through the pre-mortal all the way to the very end of our journey. No matter how hard it is, how great the reward will be, and how great the halls of heaven will be when we return. Our friends and family who went before us, awaiting our arrival... can you even begin to think how hard it would be if we gave up, and we had to face them anyways? I figure they'll love us unconditionally, and endlessly.. it'll be a sight to see, and I can't wait to see it.

That's about it for this blog. I might post more...

I know that the gospel is true, I know that Jesus Christ died on the cross for me, and that one day I will be blessed to be in his presence again. I know that Joseph Smith lived, and that he was and is still a true and living prophet of our Heavenly Father, and God in Heaven. I know that families are forever, and that there is no trial in this life that was given to us by accident. I know that everything in my life will be for my experience. I know that I have been blessed with my family, friends and loved ones for a purpose beyond my understanding at this point in time. I know that one day we will all be restored to our fullest, most perfected selves, and I know that in order to find happiness, you have to realize that being strong CAN be a very lonely thing, that strength isn't something you have, it's something you find, and that it IS something that God helps you find. I know that the power of forgiveness is real, and that one day this will all make sense. I know that I have been blessed with friends like the ones I have, for reasons beyond my understanding, but none the less, they will always be blessings, and reminders of all the good in this world that still exists. I am grateful for a Prophet today, who helps me be a better me, for a better tomorrow. I know that if you do what you know is right, no matter the cost, that you will be blessed with more than you can imagine. I know that I have been blessed with the physical attributes that I have, because I am strong enough to see that this body is a blessing in disguise. A disguise that will be gone in years to come. I love my family, my friends, my Heavenly Father, my job, the church, the gospel, and my absolutely amazing boyfriend, who helps me be better, by reminding me of what I'm striving for.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

-Natalia

I have made the choice

It was the day after my birthday, July 25th, 2008, and I woke up to the wonderfulness of Nauvoo air.

"Natalia, I couldn't fall asleep because all I could see in my head was you singing 'follow the butterflies, follow the butterflies!' while frolicking in a field."

That was the first thing Jessica said to me that morning, and I died of laughter right about then. That was the start to a grand day. July 25th, 2008 was one that will always be remembered with the Arkansas Gang. We had experiences there that only we can remember. It's one of those "you had to be there" moments.

We started off with Breakfast, a devotional, and splitting into groups. We all sat on the monkey bars before we had to leave, and took TONS of pictures. It was just a bunch of fun, sitting, talking... you know, the good stuff. Thomas, Jessica, David, Arielle, Emily, Jared, Ben, Alex, Rachel, Dereana, Alicia and I all started in a group with Brother Trotter, Bishop and Sister Scott as our parents for the day. We started by being driven to Nauvoo on our buses. This was one of those hilarious moments. Thomas and I were trying to bug each other to death, and so we'd knee each other, and tap on each other's arm and say "Natalia, Natalia, Natalia, Natalia!. . . It's a sidewalk." and point out a pointless sidewalk. It went vice versa too, me saying "Thomas, Thomas, Thomas!!" and he'd say "WHAT?!" And I'd say "It's my Father's house." and I'd point at the Nauvoo temple. And he turned and said "..That's MY Father's house TOO!" It was just a whole bunch of sillyness. Well, Sister Scott said that Thomas and I were being rejects, and that we didn't like her or any of the rest of our group who were in the back, because we were sitting in our original front row seats. So, Thomas and I turn to each other and are all "... lets go sit on Sister Scott." So, we did. Thomas ran up, and layed across her lap, and I sat across them.

While we were laughing and such, A few people started tying Mine and Thomas' shoe laces together... and they were successful, but they didn't tie a very tight knot. Thomas and I laughed about it, everyone just had a really good laugh at the whole situation. We then got off, and sat in our groups. Figuring out when we would all meet up with the other groups, and yadda yadda yadda. We ended up going to the Trail of Hope. The spirit was absolutely astounding on that trail. Tears were shed, hearts were softened, and our eyes, minds and hearts had gained a new understanding. We read of a people who suffered, and pressed forward, with faith and diligence. While walking down that trail, you have to wonder "How many of these people didn't even make it to the Salt Lake Valley?" It was hard to comprehend. But we were all there, and it was something shared between that group of us. It's not something you can replicate. You had to be there. And it's something we will always have together, one memory of a moment in time when we connected with the spirits of those who still wandered, and walked that trail with us.

We then went over to the Joseph Smith Memorial building thing? I don't remember the exact name. Inside, we found paintings, a miniature of Nauvoo set up, a miniature Temple, and other things. We got spots for the Joseph Smith Movie, and then headed to lunch. We had lunch in the West Grove. Pizza and Soda was our absolutely awesome meal. We had burping contests, and we had fun just being crazy, and taking crazy photos! It was such a good day, and the spirit was all around us. You could tell.

After lunch, our group, plus quite a few more, went and waited in line for the movie. The movie was amazing... We were all sobbing, and you could feel the benches shaking from all of us crying. It was indescribable. Nauvoo has a way of reminding you that no matter where you are, those who have past, are always around you. They had people on the top floor looking over the ledge of an open foyer of that building we were in. They were dressed in period clothes, and they waved if you did. They never said a word, but they let you know that they were there.

After the movie, we went to town, and went and bought fudge, then headed over to the ice cream shop. There was definitely a higher ratio of people then there were chairs. By this time, we had attracted a group of us larger than was able to sit at 2 or 3 tables in this ice cream shop. Sister Scott said "It's because you guys are awesome. You glow with the spirit, and you wreak of everything good. They're attracted to your light, and your spirits. You guys are amazing." And she was right. We ended up singing songs, laughing, making videos and had good laughs in that Ice cream shop. We even left a little note under their clear plastic table cloths. I wonder if it's still there? Our little piece of history, memory.. our piece of paper in that little shop.

We then waited in front of the temple to get a big stake pictures. We sang songs, harmonized, and loved it all. We got pictures taken, and we just... enjoyed it. We were scheduled to see the Nauvoo Pageant that night, so we were meeting up to go to that.

The NAUVOO PAGEANT. They had pre-show games that were old-time games.. potato sack races, stick pull, tug-o-war, Square dancing, and other games like that.

Thomas and I ended up Square dancing. We danced and danced, and even switched partners. And then they stopped, and all these bagpipers came and stood in the front and they yelled "They're going to play a few songs for us! But before they do, it's one of our bagpipers birthdays!" And then we all sang "Happy Birthday" to a bagpiper whose name I missed. But they played the song on the bagpipes! At the end I yelled "Hey! MY BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY!" And the bagpiper was all "NO WAY!" And I was all "How old are you?!" Ane he said
"18!!!!" And I yelled "HEY! ME TOO!!!!" And then we high fived. And some guy in the little fiddle band on the stage yelled "Back off! He still has a mission to serve!" And I laughed and said "Haha, yyyeeaahh.. I'm never going to see him again." And the night continued. We ended up seeing the pageant, and it was amazing! At the very end, Joseph Smith is talking about how we're not alone here in Nauvoo, as he and other spirits still walk these streets with us.. and then the temple lit up, up on the hill.. and he said something about how the temple was the proof of our existence. That they did live, and they were all real.

Later, after Thomas, Jessica and I all cried our eyes out, we got pictures with people. Thats when I saw The Bagpiper and I said "Hey! Happy birthday, again!" And he said "Hey, you too!" and I walked away and thought "what an idiot. He probably thinks I'm a stalkerish girl. UGGH!" And I went and found Jessica. We ended up talking to Stephen, a guy who did tech, and we were talking to him about the show and such, and he asked where we were from. She said Arkansas, and I said Texas. He said "What part of Texas?" And I said "Ft.Worth." And he said "My roommate is from Texas!" and I got excited and asked "Oh really?! What part?" and he said "I don't know! Let's go ask him." We turn to go find his roommate, and lo and behold, the only person in SIGHT of where we were going, was THE BAGPIPER. And I stopped walking and thought "WHY HIM!!!!!! He's going to think I'm the creepiest person alive! WHY!" But I kept walking.. I walked up, and we figured out he was from Corpus Christi, 8 hours south of me. And we got to talking... and I had to leave, and ended up asking if he had a myspace or Facebook, and he said "I have a Facebook." And I said "Oh really... What's your name?" And I picked up his name bag around his neck and read "Robert.. Burke?..." And he said "Yep." And I asked "When do you get home?" And he said "August 13th. " And I swore I'd find him on Facebook.

On the walk back to camp, David, Thomas, Jessica and I got on the topic of Who would get married first. EVERYONE bet that I would get married first. "Your bagpiper will be waiting for you, Natalia!" Jessica teased.. I liked the teasing though. So it worked out. "I say Natalia. You'll be married within the next 3 years, and you'll be the first one married out of the gang." David said. And everyone agreed. I said "AHAHAHAHAHA!!!.. Not happening." We had good laughs, and good talks all the way back to camp. We were all sweating. It was 90 at night, and the humidity level was probably 80%. We were all gross. But it was during that pageant... that I knew with every fiber of my being, what was true. What I was enveloped in was not fake, it wasn't made up, it wasn't an illusion.

July 25th, 2008

I know this church is true, and so do you.

I know that Joseph Smith was and is a true and real prophet.

I know that everything happens for a reason, and that there are bigger plans in the bigger picture and scheme of things that I don't fully understand.

I know that my redeemer lives. He loves me and every single one of you too.

Never ever forget, or doubt that he does.

-Sister May

But one voice can still be heard

My story begins back in 2008. July 23rd, 2008 to be exact.

The evening of July 23rd was spent in Ozark, Arkansas. I was picking peas with Tim T. in his family's garden, and we ended up having a fight. Peas were flying everywhere, as Tim was singing as loudly as possible; "AND I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME, CAUSE I DON'T THINK THAT THEY'D UNDERSTAND!!!!! VINDICATED, I AM SELFISH I AM WRONG I AM RIGHT I SWEAR I'M RIGHT!!!. . ." with a little "JESUS WANTS ME FOR A SUN-PEA!!!" The fight ended after we both got too tired to throw anything anymore. We went inside, and enjoyed dinner, and then Thomas, David and I headed to Ft.Smith to meet up by midnight to head to Nauvoo, Illinois.

Me being in Arkansas wasn't weird, random, or seen as me running away. Arkansas was my 2nd home. If I wasn't in Arkansas, I was planning, working and going towards another visit; I loved it there.

I was invited to go to Youth Conference with them, because it was a Nauvoo trip, and I hadn't been since 2005. So we got to Ft.Smith, and Thomas was not feeling well, AT ALL. Thomas and I ended up sitting together on the front row seat of the charter bus, because we were the first ones on. And plus, Thomas was my absolute best friend. We had a blast staying up till all hours just talking about random stuff. At midnight, we both looked at each other and said "Happy Birthday!" and "It's my birthday!" at the same time. We became good friends with the bus driver, as he listened to everything we said. Mind you, Thomas and I were the ONLY ones in the front. All the adult leaders were behind and beside us, so it was quiet, and we could be retards about everything, and no one bothered us.

We finally fell asleep, but woke up when the bus stopped in Fayetteville to wait for the other 2 buses that were coming from Oklahoma. (The Ft.Smith Stake covers a HUGE area ranging from Arkansas to almost the middle of Oklahoma.) We waited, and finally we were on our way again. It wasn't hard to fall asleep again. But I woke up about 15 miles south west of St.Louis, so I knew we were only 45 minutes away from Nauvoo. By that time, I was awake, and aware. I couldn't wait! About 20 minutes out of Nauvoo, I had to go to the bathroom, and I wasn't about to crawl all the way to the back of the bus, to pee. So, I waited. And Thomas started waiting too. Here we were.. crossing the Mississippi, it was raining, and Thomas TOOK ADVANTAGE!!! "Wow... look at all the rushing water, Natalia. Hmm. I'll bet that would be nice to swim in. Hmm? Hmm. Yeah. Oh! Look at the rain on the windshield! Oh! Look. Look at all those puddles, and ponds.. Natalia! Natalia... Don't pee. Don't pee." I almost killed that child. So we decided to watch the GPS that our bus had, and count down the miles to our destination. It became a race to see who could call out the ".4, .3, .2, .1, 7 miles... .9, .8. . . "s before the other. When we FINALLY got there, we got word that our group was doing baptisms first in the Nauvoo temple. By the way, today was my birthday, so you could understand why I was ECSTATIC.. except we had to walk. In the rain, and it was kinda chilly. But we did baptisms! It was a glorious day, being there. We ended the evening having a devotional outside of the temple. But the lights weren't on. Down the hill, there was a stage with a huge field full of chairs, HUGE stadium lights shining.. and that was for the "Nauvoo Pageant". The temple wasn't lit for the pageant, which I'll explain later in another story.

Well, it was 9pm, and we were all singing church songs from our YC hand books that had schedules, songs, and journals. We got up to walk back to camp, as it was getting late, and we started singing "The spirit of God" and as we were ending that, we started on Come Come ye saints, and the lights to the temple started coming back on.. first the top floor, then the floors started lighting up, and then the outside lights were last. Everyone was sobbing. There are spirits that walk those hills, those streets, that city... that continually spread the gospel with their powerful presences. It's so hard to explain. But we all knew it. It was the best birthday I had ever had. Ever.

July, 24th 2008. My 18th birthday.

-Sister May

I am just one voice

I've decided to start a project called the "I am just one voice" project. My goal is to get it known out there, to anyone, if just one person, of the strength, power, happiness and blessings of all my beliefs, and that I may be just one voice, but one voice can still be heard.

I based it on a song from EFY

I am just one voice
But one voice can still be heard
I have made the choice to seal my witness with my word
Changed by holy fire, that has burned into my soul
Filled with new desire, that calls me down to go

I am just one voice, but one voice can carry far
Rising through the noise, of a world so deaf and dark
Shining bright and clear, to those with eyes to see
Honest hearts will hear, the truth that lives in me

CHORUS
One but not alone, a thousand voices sing
Praises at the throne, of our master and our king
With one voice
One voice

I am just one voice,
But a voice of light and hope
Grateful I rejoice as I share the gifts I hold
I will search with all my strength, for the humble and the meek
Praying, they'll receive the simple truth I speak

CHORUS
One but not alone, a thousand voices sing
Praises at the throne, of our master and our king
With one voice
One voice

He was just one voice, but one voice that changed the earth
Teaching love and peace to a lost and weary world

I am just one voice, but one voice that will be heard
I have made the choice to seal my witness with my word

So from here on out, this is for the ones seeking the truth, whether they were born into the gospel, or are desirous to gain their own knowledge.

Come what may, and loved it.

Wherever I end up in my life, if I hit the road of a celebrity, if I become famous, and people start to question my belief's, let it be known that no matter where I am, I will always be me. No pressure, no word, no industry of any sort will push me to claim anything against what I know to be true.

I know that my Redeemer Lives.

I know this church is true, and so do you.

I know that the power of repentance is real.

I know that one day, we will all be blessed to stand before the Lord.

I know that one day, I will be judged according to the desires of my heart.

"Who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?"

-Sister May