Weedvillian Walker: Tomorrow

Thursday, June 05, 2014

Tomorrow

I cannot believe tomorrow is here. How quickly these past months have just flown by. Tomorrow is the day I travel to Pittsburgh and take the test for CPT through Ace Fitness. I am a bit nervous. I know how much I have learned and how much I still have to learn. It is never ending. There are other classes I want to take, and yet this one has made me quite nuts a few times. it has not been easy finding time to study along with running a business. I love my life however. Been a while since I have updated anything here. Michelle and Allan are engaged that happened this past week while on a cruise to Alaska. I am so happy for her, he is good for her and the two of them together are awesome. Relay for Life is this upcoming weekend. Saturday to Sunday, so I will be in Kersey, walking, walking, walking. Raising funds and awareness to help battle cancer.

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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