Family
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- Have you seen his wife? I hope she comes to the game. I hope her sister comes to the game, all her friends come to the game. One of my favorite games of the year, guys.
- We’re soldiering on.
- I’m at the finish line. I get to see the families; I get to see the joy and the hope that we bring.
- Obviously, I am extremely shocked and disappointed by the recent developments involving Jared.
- It has not been easy, for any mother of a child with mental illness, or all the siblings.
- And while there are people of good conscience on both sides of this argument, one thing has become abundantly clear to me: the heavy hand of government must not make this decision for women and families.
- It's about spiritual leadership. When women bring their young boys and they see women leading the prayer, they can initiate change as they grow up.
- Those people were real. They were mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts, doctors and teachers, poets, wonderful people. Composers. And now they scream in silence. My story is only one story, but it is the story six million others cannot tell. I was, and always shall be, the witness to ... mass murder.
- I can't not march. I march for women who have made that wrong decision and suffered greatly; [but] most of all I march for the unborn.
- We were raised to live simply, not to waste. It was a lesson my mother taught me every rainy morning. You see, growing up, I had only one good pair of shoes. So on rainy school days, my mom would slip plastic bread bags over them to keep them dry. But I was never embarrassed. Because the school bus would be filled with rows and rows of young Iowans with bread bags slipped over their feet.
- [Tamir Rice’s sister] could not reach him. Her arms could not cradle his body and plead for him to hang on. Her hands could not stroke his cheek, and she could not whisper hopefully, ‘It’s going to be O.K.’ Her eyes could not gaze into his and say what sisters are able to say without saying anything: ‘I love you.
- We will never forget your sons and daughters who have died on our soil. They are now our sons and daughters.