DigiCat

It didn’t seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift.

I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.

Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain—and most fools do.

But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.