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LovePrints. Smiles Project. Share your smiles.

 

 

I am a smile collector. I am a smile maker. I am a smile enthusiast. I am a smile fanatic.

As you scroll through your day and life, be sure to celebrate the smiles in your life. They are there for a reason. Be the reason.

Here’s to the smiles in your life. And the lives you better with yours.

Feel free to add yours here. Old smile. New smile. Just for this post smile.

I’m pretty sure that you know exactly who would love to see your smile right now. Share it with them

Take a moment and think of your favorite smiles. Think of the moments that are captured in them. Think of the love captured in them.

Collect your smiles. Share your smiles. Celebrate your smiles. Love your smiles.

Put together your own collection and share it. We can cover everything in ours smiles.

We can cover everything in our love.

We can cover everything in our LovePrints.

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LovePrints. Here’s to the healers. Thank you.

Here’s to the healers!

Thank you!

For understanding the simple idea that one hand is for giving and one is for receiving. To be of service, we must give of ourselves. If we care about others, we find out about the greater good in ourselves.

The caretakers of hearts. The lovers of health. The shepherds for good. The guards to happiness.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

For sacrificing time with your own to help others. For allowing your heart to be stretched and pulled in several directions at once. For draining your emotional and energy bank, often at your own expense. For showing up at times and in places where the forgotten exist.

Thank you. For open arms. Open hands. Open wallets. Open ears. For giving time, action, money, and care. Thank you for listening. Thank you for paying attention. Thank you for moving whatever is needed for whoever needs it. Thank you.

Thank you for answering the call, leading the response, and for loving others enough to help others out. Thank you for opening doors, lending hands, and for showing up. Thank you.

Thank you for being selfless, for knowing how to care, and for reminding us that we need to be here for each other. Thank you for helping others stand when they are too weak to do so on their own. Thank you for being supportive at times and places where extra support is needed. Thank you.

Thank you for being present, and for not ignoring someone else’s pain. Thank you for aiding, for curing, and for nurturing. Thank you for your touch, your words, and your actions.

Thank you for recognizing the painful way, for showing and teaching a better way, and for living the best way. Thank you for your love. That is what healing is.

LOVE.

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LovePrints. 30 Days of Love Out Loud

Each year, I am asked what I want for my birthday. As I head towards another trip around the sun, I have found that the answer is simple. The one thing anyone wants more of is love. Love around me. Love by me. Love in its purest form. Love in its grandest form. LOVE.

In order to ask for love, I must be willing to act in it first. I must be willing to call for it with my own. I can offer love in silence, but since love is good, it is to be shared. I want to give love, receive love, and be love.

For the next 30 days, I will act in love. Only in love. I will be the example of love in action. Putting it in the air will help hold me to it. If you want to join me, please do. I wont dare ask for 30 days of you. I will ask for one day. One day. 24 hours. One day of choosing love over everything else. Love of others, and of ourselves. If you choose to add love, please share it. Let love be LOUD for one day. Maybe in that day, we can only hear and see the best in us. Love is the best in us.

Love in action. Action in love. Love out loud.

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LovePrints. Happy Fathers Day to all of the dads and coaches.

Father’s Day, 2018.

This year is different. I have more love this year than before. I have always had plenty of love on this day, but this year is different. I have a different name to think of. I have a different face to think of. I have a whole new family to think of. I should think of it all, differently.

I have always had fathers and father figures in my life. I have always had family to think of, consider, and love. I have always had an idea of what the day means to me. I now have more information than before. I have more people to love than ever before.

This day is a day of celebration. This is a day for raised glasses, reclined chairs, lit cigars, cold beverages, and food made and delivered with love. This is a day for control of the remote, a favorite worn out old shirt, or a brand new unwrapped tie. This is a day of words unspoken, hugs received, smiles all around, and love out loud.

This day is for the biological dads, the step dads, the uncles in name, and the unnamed and unknown. The secret dads, the private dads, and the dads who linger in the masses trying to steal a glance from afar. This day is for the baby daddies, the uncle daddies, the coach dads, and the neighborhood dads.  This day is for listening, teaching, providing, caring, redirecting, and loving.

I was never around the man I thought was my father. I believe that I can honestly say that I was around him three times that I can recall. I don’t love him any less, but I probably missed out on loving him much more. I hold no grudges. I have no regrets. I hold no grudges to the Walter’s or Jack’s of the world. They made their own choices. I made my own choices.

I have several dad figures who tried to add to my world. I should remember that this is a different time than before, and the world is different. I am who I am because of my choices and experiences. It is a great thing that I like who I am.

I have a step dad who dug his feet in, shared his heart, and fought the good fight for me. He stood next to me, he stood up for me, and he let go when he thought it was exactly what I needed at that time. He gave love, wisdom, several corny jokes, a handful of awful dances, and an amazing collection of him trying to sing. He donated his taste for Chivas Regal, his love of boxing, and his curiosity of why teams name themselves as they do. He loved me, which was all that anyone could ask. He loved me.

I now know exactly who my real father is. I could be sad that I wont ever get to meet him or shake his hand, or to exchange smiles with him. I can see him though, through my new-found family of amazing half brothers and sisters, beautiful nieces and handsome nephews, and an army of Garner men and women. I can see who he was, I can see who they are, and I can see myself in them. By knowing them, I can know him, and I can know myself.

This is a great year of life for me. The recent years have been world changing for me, and as the song says “change your obstacles into miracles” has been the constant mantra moving forward. I have been blessed with an amazing life family, an exceptional new family, and a loving marital family. And yes, I have you. I am constantly covered in love. I have had injuries and redirection. I have had pain and glory. I have had losses and victories. I am not unbeaten, but I am undefeated.

I hope that your day today is love filled. I pray that you have a loving memory of your father, your mate, your family, and your life. I will spend the day trying to honor some fathers I know. I did that today. I will do that tomorrow. I hope that they are proud.

Thank you,

Walter Pearson. Harold Eldridge, Sr. Roland Morgan. Robert Smith, Sr. James Garner.  Darrow Kirkpatrick. Mr. Harris. Mr. Keaton.

Thank you,

Roy Smith. Robert Smith. Harold Eldridge, Jr.

Thank you,

Roy Garner. Wendell Garner. Tommy Garner.

Thank you,

Mr. Miller. Mr. Ethridge. Mr. Cephas. Mr. Perry. Mr. Miller. Mr. Cooper. Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris.

Thank you,

Mr. Dunlap. Mr. Livingston. Mr. Mullen. Mr. Wilson. Mr. Terrell. Mr. Baker. Mr. Pulliam. Mr. James. Mr. Bellamy. Mr. Price.  Mr. Rosenthal. Mr. McGee. Mr. Butler. Mr. Williams. Mr.

Thank you,

Coach Laravie. Coach McKinney. Coach Holland. Coach Saunders. Coach Blackwell. Coach Reid. Coach Norwood. Coach Machen. Coach Garcia. Coach Houser. Coach Arbetman. Coach Noe. Coach Dwyer. Coach Ramsey. Coach Walker. Coach Cross. Coach Catoe. Coach Harrison. Coach Posati. Coach Cauthen. Coach Thompson. Coach Caffi. Coach Warren. Coach Craig. Coach Tabrizi. Coach Marshall. Coach Hoskins. Coach Johnson. Coach Hawes. Coach Larouche. Coach Crabb.. Coach Davila. Coach Carter. Coach Fields. Coach Gray. Coach Boudreaux. Coach Austin. Coach Milham. Coach Farrow. Coach Walker. Coach Bentley. Coach Willis. Coach Woods. Coach Pulliam. Coach Carrington. Coach Clements. Coach Glascock. Coach Hunter. Coach Smith. Coach Gold. Coach Jenkins. Coach Larkin. Coach Levin. Coach Leslie. Coach Matagi. Coach Gray. Coach Imbrescia. Coach Landrum. Coach Wykoff.

Thank you,

To all of my dads who love, and all of my dads who try to love. Thank you. To all of the dads who let me inside the gate, onto the front porch, in the front door, onto the couch, to the dinner table, to shoot hoops in the driveway, have something cold to drink or something hot to eat, and for loving me enough to tell me what I needed to know, even when it wasn’t always what I wanted to hear.  For loving me. For loving someone like me. For loving someone else’s kid who needed you.

Thank you.

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LovePrints. “I “vs. “Us”. “Me” vs. “We”. We are the answer.

LovePrints is leaving love wherever we are. Making each thing better than we found it. One person at a time. One act at a time. Cover each thing in love, so that nothing else can stick.

“I “vs. “Us”. “Me” vs. “We”.

We have the greatest country on the planet. We built it to last. To do so, we must remember the “we” part. Th “us” part is incredibly important to our thriving and surviving. Together, we can solve any problem, we can fix any issues, and we can collectively thrive. Less me. More we. I am a part of us. We are better when we think of us rather than ourselves.

When school shootings happen, we zealots do harm, we ask what’s wrong with THEM. We should ask “what’s wrong with us?” That will get us closer to the truth. THEY only do what WE allow, teach, and celebrate. Let’s change the base element of the problems and how they are addressed. HE is one of US. We must remember this. It will help us heal.

When someone takes a weapon and does harm, it is not a THEY problem. When a child takes a gun in hand and injures someone, WE have failed. WE have an issue. WE need to fix it. WE need to accept responsibility. WE must remove blame and move to ownership. THEY are ours. WE need to do better.

If there is a problem in the community, its up to all of us to own it and handle it. Remove the finger pointing, eliminate the name calling, and let us all get to work to right the wrong. WE aren’t whole if one of us, some of us, aren’t connected, considered, and loved. The truth is, no community is whole if it does not consider its unhealthy and needy as a part of its function. No family can leave its children alone to raise themselves. Its not one THEM. Its on US.

No one in our house can be unloved. No one in our community should feel disconnected. No one in our schools should feel alone. No one in our circle should feel as if they are not one of us.  Not one of us should labor by themselves. We need to get connected, stay connected, and celebrate the connections. We need to get loved, stay loved, and celebrate the love in us all.

As we have our discussions over what it wrong, what needs fixing, and who is to blame, let’s redirect ourselves to what we can do, what will we do, and how will we do it. What’s wrong with those kids? What is the problem with those people? We need to do something about them. Change them all to serve our greater mission, our greater purpose. What is wrong with OUR kids? What is the problem with OUR people? What will we do for US. We can accomplish anything, together. It is difficult to accomplish anything, apart.

I am a coach. If my teams consisted of selfish players, there is no way to succeed or win.

If there is a problem, it is OUR problem. If there needs to be a solution, WE are the solution.

We need to cover each other in love. That will fix most things. We can make us better.

No more blaming. Own it. We deserve a better us. Together.

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Loveprints. Love is the answer. Go. Love.

Love in action. Action in love. One act at a time. One person at a time.

What is the answer? What will make things better? What will pull us together?

Love.

As a coach, as a man, as a speaker, as a mentor, I get to make things better than I found them. I am tasked with standing as the lead energy source in a classroom, a locker room, an auditorium, or a boardroom. I get to set the standard for words in the air, actions of the masses, directions for the day, and for the orders in play. That is a daunting task no matter who you are or what you do. I don’t mind. I look forward to it. I am given a microphone so that whatever I say is amplified. It needs to fill the room. My voice must fill the room. I know what is needed in each of those rooms.

Love.

Every family, every business, every boss, every student, every athlete, and every listener that I speak to is its own community. Its their own vacuum. What I put into the vacuum will occupy it, and if done well, will take it over. I  must be careful what energy and message I put into the air. It is powerful. It will gain life and multiply. I must choose one thing as the ultimate thing in my words. What else would I put in the air than this?

Love.

I understand that whatever I put into the room will not only occupy the room, but it will cover the people in the room. Whatever it is will leave the room and be taken into other rooms, buildings, and beings. What I release into the room will cover the closest ones, the next ones, and so on. I can choose wisely what I cover the closest one with, because I know it will reach others. That is its purpose. I can choose fear. I can choose hate. I choose not to choose either. I choose love.

How does fear and hate take over a company? A relationship? A team? A community? A school? A home? It requires air and action to do so. It requires acceptance as a norm. It requires repetitive noise. It requires acknowledgement by several connected, empowered people as an option.

How does love take ownership over a person? A relationship? A house? A community? A company? A team? A school? It requires air and action to do so. It requires acceptance as the norm. It requires repetitive noise. It requires acknowledgement by several connected, empowered people as the only option.

Look at us all. What is the norm? What is the accepted and required habit? What have we deemed the only option? There should only be one answer.

Love.

I choose to stand in love. I choose to action in love. I choose to love out loud. I choose to do so daily. When chaos happens, slow down, and love. When fear or hate shows up in a hurry, slow it down, and love. When a crossroad is met, act in the direction of love. When there is a question of what to do, how to do it, why we do it, the answer is the same.

Go with love.

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LovePrints. Finding Forrester. Losing family. Finding love.

“Losing family obliges us to find our family. Not always the family that is our blood, but the family that can become our blood. Should we have the wisdom to open our door to this new family, we will find that the wishes we had for the father, who once guided us and for the brother, who once inspired us…”

Finding Forrester has always been one of my favorite films. It is a film that changes itself around me, whenever I see it. It molds itself around me, and then it leaps into the holes and fills them in with energy. It moves my heart differently each time I see it, and I grow every time it bumps up against me.

I would not dare try to change the words that speak so perfectly. It would be a travesty to do so. What I want to do is pay tribute. I would love to use those words to create my own.

If you read the words from the film, it begins with losing family. If you are never changed by losing family, you are not alive. Part of each loss is to stand firmly as the world around you move and rotate. Being prepared for the new you that will come from it is the purpose. Losing family will punch you in the gut, kick you while you’re down, sucker punch you in the jaw, or stab you in the back. It cares not what your current state is. It is there to change you. It is there to make you different.

Losing family is the fork in the road. It requires a decision of what is to come next, and it is never easy. You can hide your head in the sand, close your eyes and act blind, or you can open your eyes and elevate your head to the sky. You can try to keep the heartbeat low, or you can let it beat like the drum of life itself. That is the fork in the road that changes us, we can’t stay where we are. It matters too much.

As the first line above says, “losing family obliges us to find our family.” There is a hole that now has a place in the vital parts of us. Love as a vacuum requires that we are aware of its new deficit. It is called a loss for a specific reason. We have.

In some cases, the universe is waiting for us to acknowledge that negative so that a positive can take its place. In my case, a lifetime door closed became open. I had a door opened that turned wishes into reality. I am not sure that I could ever ask to have more love. I am not sure that it would have made any sense. What I know now is that loss family found is far greater than I ever could have wished. What I know now is that family, whether blood or life experience family, can’t be taken away.

For each of our families, once they are ours, they are forever. If you closed your eyes and sat quietly for a moment. (Go ahead, I will wait)

You just smiled at someone you love. They just smiled at you. They are with us.

I am blessed to have recently find more family. All of the things that I never dreamed of, but better than anything I could have ever hoped for. It did not take family away, it gave me more family. Everything that existed before, still exists for me. Within me. What I have that is new is not better. It is its own perfect. What I had before is not less. It is its own perfect. What I have lost and what I have found are both LOVE. What I have lost and what I have found are both ME.

The scene closes with another line. “… The only thing left to say will be: “I wish I had seen this, or I wish I had done that, or I wish…”

I dare not wish for more. This love lost and found is far greater than any love I could wish for.

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LovePrints. My family. My life. My smile.

 

LovePrints.

Leaving behind good. Actively enhancing the future. Leaving your good in others.

I never knew that I had “the look”. I did not understand my hands. I took my smile for granted. I never thought about dancing. I never chased a baseball. If fell naturally to me. I certainly had no idea why.

I have looked in the mirror every day of my life and never understood what I was seeing. Its like looking at a work of art as paint is added, rather than seeing the finished art in its glory. I did not understand the colors. I lived them, but I did not know why they were chosen. I noticed when the colors were splashed about. I was there for the mistakes, and present when great strokes met the canvas. I never understood the artist. I had no idea what his life was about. I did not know if he painted in the city, the country, or on a mountain top. I did not know his love, or his pain. I did not know what he looked like. I simply knew there was an artist with a work in progress. I did not know what the end piece would look like, but I knew that It would make more sense if I knew who he was.

I recently found the face of the artist. I can look into his eyes and see what he was working from. I can see some of his other masterful work, and I can understand his successes and failures. I can now see more of what he saw. I never will get to ask him what he saw or how he felt. I can imagine more clearly now. I recognize that now because I have his eyes.

I can now look at his work more completely. I can not change the strokes to canvas, but I can understand them. I can see his hands, and they are so much like mine. I can see the strength in them, and the gentle touch. I can see his hand movements and placement, and they are familiar. I can stare at his hands as I have often stared at mine. They are mine. They are my daughters. They are my grandsons. They are ours.

I will never see him move. That is a loss that may be a deep as any. I will never get to know his laugh, nor will I get to see his smile up close. But, I have the mirror, and that seems to explain a lot. I can imagine his movements through his other art, and it makes me smile just typing this. I got to hear stories of how the family moves, and it makes perfect sense. Naturally, they move like I do.

The smile in the mirror is important. He gave it to all his children. It is unique. It has power. It has light. It has purpose. I see it in their faces, and I see it in the mirror. I see comfort, balance, and confidence. I know the smile. I know the grin. Something good is coming.

I never chased baseball. I never pursued it. It just was in me. It called. It often shouted. It gave. It taught. It celebrated. It cheered. It never failed me. I never chased a baseball. It fell naturally to me. I understand that now. I was meant to catch it.

I stop in front of the mirror now. The art that I have seen before has more meaning, more value. The mirror has not changed. The information has. I know the artist. I know his work. I know why.

Now, I know why.

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LovePrints. My name. My father. My family. My life.

 

Loveprints.

Leaving more love behind than existed before you. Covering someone in love. Creating a thing of love for others. Being the add to for any situation. Cause elevation by your actions.

My name. My father. My family. My life.

That took a lot to type. This takes a lot to type. My eyes water at the very thought of typing this. Sharing this is mandatory, but difficult. It is a conversation about something so great and grand that I can’t possible capture its questions and answers in one sitting. I can’t possible tell the story of this and get to the truths and non-truths, so I am going to try and keep this simple. I am going to try and keep this plain. First of all, thank you to my wife. She made this happen. Thank you, ancestry and its investigators. Thank you, family.

My name is Pearson. It was given to me by my mother. Wrap your brain around that. A name was given to me. I accepted it as truth. I accepted it as everything. I would take this truth into the world as an absolute. I would be called by it for all of my days, and almost importantly, I answered to it. I would carry the Pearson name around as an introduction detail, a statement of who I was, a description of my history, and the crown of my actions on this planet. Pearson. It speaks volumes. It tells of origin and age, it tells of belonging and possession, it tells of all people that share that name.

What if I was wrong? What if my mother was wrong? What if I was given a name that did not belong to me? What if that name was a lie? What if that name simply wasn’t true? What if the name wasn’t mine?

What happened is a common tale in this land or ours. A name is given and accepted. None of us were around to choose our name. None of us had a say so. We were stuck with what was given. In some parts of our country, history has dictated that those names can never be right. They can never be true. They are given names rather than the actual name of your people. Your actual people. Those you share DNA with. Those who come from where you come from. Those who come from who you come from. Some of us have no way of knowing our name. This country made sure of that.

What if the truth is never told? What if secrets took priority over truth? What if science was ignored until it can’t be ignored any longer?

My father. He should give me his name. My mother should make sure of that. He should make sure of that. He made me. He chose for me to be here. None of us chose to be here. Someone else did that for us. I was not around to know why he didn’t. I was not around to know why he didn’t. I can be upset. I can be mad. I can be bitter. I choose to be present. I am here.

My family. They re a gift. They are a blessing. More common strands of life, more common strands of experiences and shared moments. More common strands of love wrapped up in love tied up with love. None of us chose one another. We just exist for each other whether we know it or not.

My life. Each day is an opportunity. Each day has knowledge. Each day has lessons. Each day feeds me. Each day informs, forms, and recreates me. Each thing purposeful. Each thing a victory. I am a puzzle of 365 pieces, 55 years long, each one its own picture but a part of a whole bigger picture.

I have spent time recently trying to answer questions that I did not know need answering. I have found out that I was missing people who I never knew existed. I have recognized holes in me that I had no idea existed that already had perfect pieces to put in place. I had love to give and get while believing that I had given and gotten all of the love I could possible manage. My heart has been filled my blood and love, even after I thought I had lived with a heart full of blood and love all along. I have found faces that match mine, smiles that match mine, hearts that beat like mine, and lives that were perfectly imperfect like mine. I have found souls like mine, and more importantly, love like mine.

I have been given more people to love. I have been given more people to love me. I have connected dots that were invisible to me, dots that evaded me, dots that were my dots, waiting to be seen, waiting to be connected. I have been blessed with good, beautiful people.

I recognized that my name is whatever I decide to answer to. I realized that my father created me. I accept that my life is so much better than I could ever dream, even when it was always better than I could ever dream. I am standing proudly in my space. I am loved. I am love. That’s who I am.

I have several families. Some chosen. Some by experience. Some by DNA. All by love. What an amazing world we live in.

I went to sleep one day with 3 brothers and 4 sisters. I woke up with more of each. I could not be any prouder. I now know why my name is, what my name is, who my father is, and what my life means.

I don’t know about you, but I am going to sit here and applaud the universe. I am going to thank God. I am going to praise this life of mine. I am going to celebrate this added love in my life. I am going to celebrate each day with them.

Call me whatever name you want. They call me family. They call me brother, uncle, and cousin. I will answer because its true, and its love.

Covered in love. That’s a LovePrint.

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LovePrints. Unity Day. Hugs can cover the world in love.

 

One person. One invitation. One act.

Add love.

I walked into a room of total strangers and decided that the room was to be filled with love. I simply told the room that love is why I am here. Love is why we are all here. That’s why we are all here. I then announced that I was going to be giving hugs out as soon as I was done talking. I am one person in a room of 900 people. It was Unity Day. It was time to unite a room. But how?

Love Out loud!

I am responsible for my circle of energy. I announced that my energy is love, and hugs are the reward. I stood in the room and publicly stated out loud that hugs were going to be the action of the day. Love, everywhere. Hugs to everyone. Hugs here, there, and everywhere. It mattered not who you were, hugs were coming and that’s all there was to it. I explained that I was too thankful for the day to not share love. I had been through too much to not love, and since we were there together, we might as well love it out!

I shared myself. I felt vulnerable and exposed. I felt small. I felt alone on that stage. It was one light, one microphone, and one invitation to a room in the dark. I could not see their faces. I could not hear their reactions. What did I do? I walked off the stage and heard them love back. If I got nothing else but that applause, I had more than I could ask for. I walked off the stage and made a beeline to the green room. I forgot to close the door in my rush to exhale, and there was a knock at the door behind me. What greeted me was a smile, and with that smile, were open arms. “I came to get my hug!” WHAT?!

We stood and in arms, locked in and lost. She leaned back and said that my words moved her feet towards me. I had reached her. Her hug was authentic and deep. I exhaled again. I got my hug. I could go relax at the job well done. I had added one hug. My goodness. What a day! What a hug! I was going to be led to the seats in the auditorium, and the young man assigned to lead me arrived to the door with a smile the size of the door itself. His arms opened, and he waved me in for his hug. Not just a regular hug. This was a glad to hug you hug. This as a give me some of that love hug. He led me to my seat where I was greeted by hands reaching out, and smiles. The hug fest had begun. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! This is happening!

I was chased down for hugs. One after another. Sometimes in bunches and groups. On stairs. At tables. Sitting down. Standing up. Women. Men. Young. Old. They kept coming. For every step, another hug. I was in the restroom washing my hands and as I opened the door to exit, there was a line of men 15 deep waiting for hugs ( “it would have been weird if we tried to hug you in the restroom!”Yessir!) A funny thing happened. Along with the hugs were smiles. In bundles. Big huge, wide, amazing smiles. What a gift! I have always said that when you open your heart and hands with love to give, it is always returned exponentially to you. One man offered a hug and got hundreds back. That is our LovePrint. Cover each other in love. Each hug is an action in love. Each smile, love in action. One hug led to hundreds. One smile led to hundreds more. That’s what love does. I’m just going to sit here on this plane and enjoy being covered.

 

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