We trust that when they suggest that someone be placed on the 'no-fly' or 'selectee' list, that they do so for very good reasons.

Humbly let go. Let go of trying to do, let go of trying to control, let go of my own way, let go of my own fears. Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy's fire. Leave the hand open and be. Be at peace. Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because He only gives love and whisper a surprised thanks. This is the fuel for joy's flame. Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will. And I can empty. I can empty because counting His graces has awakened me to how He cherishes me, holds me, passionately values me. I can empty because I am full of His love. I can trust.

Never, never trust anyone who asks for white wine. It means they're phonies.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

That's why we're losing. When we're down, we pull together. We trust each other out there on defense, and on offense, we make extra passes. That's the sense of urgency we got to have through the whole game. If we start with it, we stay close.

Last I heard, about 12 flights had landed at Reagan National since the restriction was lifted.