I'm a very outgoing person. I'm always happy I'm one of those people who are always smiling. If somebody described me to somebody else they'd say the kid with the curly hair with the big smile on his face. I get along with everybody.
Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who with such a thought would not spring from bed eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?
