More times than I can remember I look around and I ask why the hole I’m in looks so strangely familiar. Probably because it looks a whole lot like all the other ones I dug before I got around to digging this one.

A true gift is giving away something that has created a hole within us that cannot be filled except by the reality that we’ve filled a hole in the life of someone else.

When I’m at the bottom looking up, the main question may not be ‘how do I get out of this hole?’ In reality, the main question might be ‘how do I get rid of the shovel that I used to dig it?

A hole is a space where everything has been moved out so that opportunity has space to move in.

The hole that I’m in wasn’t a hole until I dug it.