“The mind that has lost the quickening powers of mental gratitude, and has grown so stupid by the purgative action of selfishness as to expel from his memory a desire to express to all persons, from the infant at the breast to the grave-dipping foot of the aged, by kindly words and deeds, to all persons who have ever thrown a rose, a crumb of bread or a soft feather that would make his road easier, his heart happier, his mind more at rest, in my judgement is guilty of one of the most unpardonable offenses that the pen of man has ever recorded or the mind of justice could contemplate.”
A. T. Still DO, Autobiography
Welcome back. Last week we heard from Ann Brown about her journey with depression. Ann thankfully survived to teach us about her experiences. Many others do not live to tell their story, so it must be told by family and friends, left behind.This week’s blog is personal to this writerContinue Reading
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