QUOTE(Inner Space @ Aug 22 2007, 09:15 AM)

LOL, yeah...having a bigger shovel helps.

LMAO. I guess so
QUOTE(Creepy_Steve @ Aug 22 2007, 09:21 AM)

What does strong mean to me...hmmm let me think.
The Hulk, he's pretty strong...
No seriously for a moment, and only just a moment.
Strong for me means that what ever the situation, or what ever the odds, you find the power and strenght in yourself and/or others to get through those ordeals.
that is very beautiful. yes that is one diffention of strong to me
QUOTE(nativechick1989 @ Aug 22 2007, 09:34 AM)

QUOTE(Lt_Ripley @ Aug 22 2007, 12:17 PM)

strong.
isn't afraid to admit it is wrong.
knows when to be gentle and when to stand tough.
doesn't fear others seeing it's sensitive aka weaker side. nor feels shame for it.
is moving forward even when your scared to death.
is putting one foot in front of the other and living when it seems to be too much.
is holding on tight and knowing when to let go.
that's what I think of .
wow. reallllly deep. that made me stop and think for awhile ty!
QUOTE(hetrodoxly @ Aug 22 2007, 12:34 PM)

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
ah another good one in shape like a poem. beauitful
these are all good guys and i ty.