Weedvillian Walker: 187 Freaking Minutes

Saturday, December 30, 2006

187 Freaking Minutes

187 Freaking Minutes! Thats all I need to do yet to achieve my exercise goal for the month of Dec and chances are real good I'll miss it. I missed those few days due to the accident at the beginning of the month. Those few days cost me quite a bit. I do still have tomorrow, but think were doing some "treeing" and probably won't be home to get it in. Thats 3 hours I still need and tomorrow is the last day of the month. Darn, darn, darn. I am nit giving up though, even if it sounds like I may be. Think I'll get up early and try for an hour and then go from there, another bit in the afternoon would help. I think I'll go jump on the rebounder now for a bit..

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown