I just came across the prayer we used to say every night before going to bed at camp. Seriously, I miss those summers. I never realized then how much they would make me who I am today.
"Oh God, give us clean hands, clean words, clean thoughts. Help us to stand for the hard right against the easy wrong. Save us from habits that harm and teach us to work as hard and play as fair in thy sight alone as though all the world saw us. Forgive us if we are unkind and help us to forgive those who are unkind to us. Send us chances everyday to do a little good and so grow in the spirit of Rockbrook"
“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.”—Groucho Marx (via justbesplendid)