Thought for the day

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who as the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. [Theodore Roosevelt]

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Old Dog

An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.  I could tell from
his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken
care of.  He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his
head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the
hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.













An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out....

The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed
his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour.
This continued off and on for several weeks.

Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner
of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every
afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'

The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:
'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3.
He's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?'
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