It bothered me that my mother was crying all the time. She thought God might be punishing her for something... So I just told her I was happy to be blind and I think she felt better after that.

My mother's wonderful. To me she's perfection.

My mother had a rule, obviously, that I couldn't go across the street by myself, but I had to find a way of doing it.

I see God through my children. I speak to God through my children. I am humbled for the blessings He has given me.

In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.

All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.