You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. - Maya Angelou

The Black woman in the South who raises sons, grandsons and nephews had her heartstrings tied to a hanging noose.

I hope that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.

That day, I learned that I could be a giver by simply bringing a smile to another person. The ensuing years have taught me that a kind word, a vote of support is a charitable gift. I can move over and make another place for someone. I can turn my music up if it pleases, or down if it is annoying. I may never be known as a philanthropist, but I certainly am a lover of mankind, and I will give freely of my resources.