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Happy the Man
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow, do they worst, for I have
lived today.
John Dryden
Just a slow reading, organic coffee loving, disability advocate who inhales literature to craft a well-lived life.
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