Saints frequently lack heart;
because the heart of the common people
has become their heart.
To those who are good to me,
I am good to them.
To those who are bad to me,
I am also good to them.
Virtue good.
The most trustworthy person, I trust him.
The most untrustworthy person, I trust him too.
Virtue trust.
Saints exist everywhere and anywhere
because anywhere there is muddy heart,
common people open up
their eyes and ears.
The saint in all cases is a child.
In It For The Parking 
Its asume mind you have we are fighting a alful battle but you stay strong and keep writing i just got done with a great drip my foot is still numb but im fighter i walked 2 miles if we give up ms wins have a blessed day
Thank you, Amy. đŸ™‚ You have a blessed day too.