Monday, March 28, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

At all cost...persevere


Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems with the human race. ~ Calvin Coolidge

Here's hoping I can find the strength and humility to persist in my goal. It was a rough to hear criticisms this afternoon. I know there is a path before me, but I am struggling to see it now. Doubt has impaired my vision. I need to drum up a healthy dose of determination to get me back on track. Feeling sorry for myself won't help an ounce. Press on.

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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Phew.


Now that Valentine's Day is safely behind us, I am happy to share my thoughts on love.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Goodbye To My Connor

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.

He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever — in case I need him. And I expect I will — as I always have. He is just my dog.

--Gene Hill

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

Not a good sign

How do you know when you're getting old? When putting on a coat you hurt your shoulder badly enough to not be able to move your arm for several hours. I would venture to say, that's a fairly good indication.

I mean, really? A coat? Geesh. I am a mess.