Inspiration

I've never made a fortune,
and it's probably too late now;
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed;
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough;
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.

"You were born to be real, not to be perfect. You are here to be you, not to live someone else's life."

- Ralph Marston

Uncle Rusty is a wise man. A while back he retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and quiet, puttering around his workshop.

That is of course until the school year began. On the first day of school three young boys, full of pent up energy from a full day of school, came down his street. As they walked down the street they beat rhythmically on every trash can they passed.

Day after day, it was the same thing. Beating, clanging and pounding out a rhythm on the cans as they walked down the street. Poor Uncle Rusty just couldn't take it any more.

"Who are you if your story begins to change? Do not be so loyal to your suffering that your healing doesn't stand a chance."

- Unknown