I’m a small town girl, grew up with small town goals… Like “Love thy neighbor” …as long as they fit the mold. 
Grateful for a Daddy that was a lil bit more bold. He taught me to love all people no matter what status they hold. Show compassion for the weak, you never know what broke them, be careful of the successful you never know what provoked them.
Love them all the best you can cuz at the end of the day there was only ONE better man!
He told me not to worry about things I can’t control because there is a God out there willing to carry the load.
No one can do anything worse to me than what they did to HIM. The man that hung on the cross to save us at any cost. The only difference is…HE was never lost. HE chose to hang there on that tree, HE chose to die there for you and me. Some never knew that my Daddy was so spiritual, probably because he kept himself so minimal. People mattered to him, no matter what kind of life they lived, the only thing that mattered was kind of love they had to give.