I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Florence Griffith Joyner
W. Edwards Deming