| A Little Pot.
Finishing up our work at a trade show in San Diego, my co-
worker Maureen and I decided to go sightseeing across the
border in Tijuana, Mexico. While there, we went shopping and
bought a few pieces of clay kitchenware.
As we crossed back into the United States, a customs official
asked if we had anything of value to report.
"Not really," Maureen replied, digging in her bag for the
bean crock she had purchased. Everyone around us froze as
she continued, "I only bought a little pot."
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Faith...
When you come to the end of all the light you know and you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly.
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