Dory: [Reading a door] Hey, look. "Esc-a-pay". Hey, it's spelled just like escape.
Dory: [dreaming] Uhhh... the sea monkeys have my money... yes, I'm a natural blue...
Dory: What is it with men and asking for directions?
Dory: I suffer from short term memory loss. It runs in my family... At least I think it does... Where are they?
[the whale groans] Dory: Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".
The Word became flesh to communicate to us human beings caught in the mud, the pain, the fears and the brokenness of existence, the life, the joy, the communion, the ecstatic gift of love that is the source of all love and life and unity in our universe and that is the very life of God.
Is the WHO ready for a pandemic? No. We are not,
I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight.
General George S. Patton