Your character is made up to a collection of the things you love.
Never allow others to determine what will make you happy.
The takers, in this life, are never satisfied because greed believes, it is owed what it takes, and never considers those who must loose, so they can take.
The gift of giving keeps on giving, receiving the joy of giving.
True love finds a way to keep on growing.
Love as much as you can those you can, before you can’t.
The rewards of loving too much far exceed the rewards of hating even just a tiny little bit.

Carol had a good day but was up quite a bit, yesterday, so she is sore today; time will tell, as the suffering of healing struggles with joy experiencing it.