From that day on, Emma was known as the hero of the family, and the story of how she carried the glass through the storm was told and retold for years to come. And Emma never forgot the feeling of responsibility and pride that she had felt when she was carrying that precious glass.
If you have carried it well, it will stand on its own. It will reflect the sky. And you, with your sore arms and tired eyes, will feel a quiet pride. Not the pride of a conqueror who smashed a mountain, but the pride of a steward who respected the fragile. Carry The Glass
If it’s glass, stop trying to muscle through it. Stop acting like it’s stone. From that day on, Emma was known as