God's Gift

I ASKED GOD TO TAKE AWAY MY PRIDE.....

Observations About Life Priorities

This was written by the C.E.O. of Coca-Cola Brian G. Dyson.
It was used as Georgia Tech's Commencement Address.


Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the
air. You name them - Work - Family - Health - Friends - Spirit, and
you're keeping all of these in the air.

You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it
will bounce back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends and
spirit are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably
scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.

You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?

1. Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is
because we are different that each of us is special.

2. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know
what is best for you.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT

Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.

Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them, for without them, life is meaningless.

Do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.

Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love.
The fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly.
The best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope.
To be without hope is to be without purpose.

DON'T Even Think About It!

WHEN THINGS GO WRONG, AS THEY SOMETIMES WILL,

WHEN THE ROAD YOU'RE TRUDGING SEEMS ALL UPHILL,

WHEN THE 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 WORSE, THAT

YOU MUST NOT QUIT.

The best way to forget all your troubles is to wear tight shoes.

Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.

The nice part of living in a small town is that when I don't know what I'm doing, someone else does.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends.

Age doesn't always bring wisdom. Sometimes age comes alone.

Life not only begins at forty, it begins to show.

Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.

Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I wake up.

If at first you don't succeed, see if the loser gets anything.

You don't stop laughing because you grow old;
you grow old because you stop laughing.

I don't mind the rat race, but I could do with a little more cheese.

Amazing! You just hang something in your closet for a while,
and it shrinks two sizes.

It is bad to suppress laughter; it goes back down and spreads to your hips.

Age is important only if you're a cheese.

The only time a woman wishes she were a year older is
when she is expecting a baby.

Freedom of the press means no-iron clothes.

Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out,
but she can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.

Is it just a coincidence that "STRESSED"
is "DESSERTS" spelled backwards?

If it ain't broke, don't fix it!

There is no such thing as a stupid person,
There's just a lot of inquisitive idiots.

INCIDENCE or COINCIDENCE?

The incidence of coincidence is so prevalent, that it can not be
considered coincidence.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. Both
their wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both were shot in
the head. Both were shot in the presence of their wives. The
Secretary of each President warned them not to go to the theater
and to Dallas, respectively.

Lincoln's Secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were
succeeded by Southerners. Both successors were named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names. Both
names have 15 letters.

Booth ran from the theater and was captured in a warehouse.
Oswald ran from the warehouse and was captured in a theater.

To cap it all off, Booth and Oswald were assassinated before
their trial.

Is this INCIDENCE or COINCIDENCE?

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Two Angels

Two travelling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.  The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the
mansion's guest room.  Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement.   As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.  When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied...
"Things aren't always what they seem."
The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.  After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.  When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.  Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole
income, lay dead in the field.
he younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "how could you have let this happen!?  The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused.
"The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die."
Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.
"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.  Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it.  Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife.  I gave her the cow instead.  Things aren't always what they seem."
ometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should.   If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage.  You might not know it until some time later.

Think about this:

Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight; Just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in.

Should you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for -15.00 to feed her family.

Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance;
Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking "what is my purpose"; Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.

Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!

The Starfish
Paraphrased From: The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley

A Child's Angel

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day she asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.

But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy. Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.

And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk? Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.

And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you? Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.

I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me? Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.

But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly: Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name. Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel: Mommy

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I've Learned

I've learned-
    that you cannot make someone love you.
    All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
    The rest is up to them.

I've learned-
    that no matter how much I care,
    some people just don't care back.

I've learned-
    that it takes years to build up trust,
    and only seconds to destroy it.

I've learned-
    that no matter how good a friend is,
    they're going to hurt you every once in a while
    and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned-
   that it's not what you have in your life
   but who you have in your life that counts.

I've learned-
   that you can get by on charm for about
   fifteen minutes.
   After that, you'd better know something.

I've learned-
   that you shouldn't compare
   yourself to the best others can do that.

I've learned-
   that you can do something in an instant
   that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned-
   that it's taking me a long time
   to become the person I want to be.

I've learned-
   that you should always leave loved ones
   with loving words.  It may be the last
   time you see them.

I've learned-
   that you can keep going
   long after you can't.

I've learned-
   that we are responsible for what we do,
   no matter how we feel.

I've learned-
   that either you control your attitude
   or it controls you.

I've learned-
   that regardless of how hot and steamy a
   relationship is at first, the passion
   fades and there had better be something
   else to take its place.

I've learned-
   that heroes are the people
   who do what has to be done
   when it needs to be done,
   regardless of the consequences.

I've learned-
   that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned-
   that my best friend and I can do anything
   or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned-
   that sometimes the people you expect
   to kick you when you're down
   will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned-
   that sometimes when I'm angry
   I have the right to be angry,
   but that doesn't give me
   the right to be cruel.

I've learned-
   that true friendship continues to grow,
   even over the longest distance.
   Same goes for true love.

I've learned-
   that just because someone doesn't love
   you the way you want them to, doesn't
   mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned-
   that maturity has more to do with
   what types of experiences you've had
   and what you've learned from them
   and less to do with how many
   birthdays you've celebrated.

I've learned-
   that you should never tell a child
   their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.
   Few things are more humiliating, and what
   a tragedy it would be if they believed it.

I've learned-
   that your family won't always be there for you.
   It may seem funny, but people you aren't
   related to can take care of you and love you
   and teach you to trust people again.
   Families aren't always biological.

I've learned-
   that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
   Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned-
   that no matter how bad your heart is broken
   the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned-
   that our background and circumstances
   may have influenced who we are,
   but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned-
   that just because two people argue,
   it doesn't mean they don't love each other
   And just because they don't argue,
   it doesn't mean they do.

I've learned-
   that we don't have to change friends
   if we understand that friends change.

I've learned-
   that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a
   secret.  It could change your life forever.

I've learned-
    that two people can look at the exact same
    thing and see something totally different.

I've learned-
    that no matter how you try to protect your
    children, they will eventually get hurt and
    you will hurt in the process.

I've learned-
    that even when you think you have no more
    to give, when a friend cries out to you,
    you will find the strength to help.

I've learned-
    that credentials on the wall
    do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned-
    that the people you care about most in life
    are taken from you too soon.

I've learned-
    that it's hard to determine where to draw
    the line between being nice and not hurting
    people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.

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WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING,

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,  and I immediately wanted to paint another one.   When you thought I wasn't looking,  I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick,
and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night and I felt loved and safe.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say,  "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."

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Friendship

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with$86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.  Every evening it deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.  What would you do?

Draw out every cent, of course!!!!

Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME.  Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.  Every night it writes off, aslost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance.

It allows no overdraft.  Each day it opens a new account for you.  Each night it burns the remains of the day.  If you fail to us the day's deposits, the loss is yours.  There is no
going back.  There is no drawing against the "tomorrow".  You must live in the present on today's deposits.  Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success!

The clock is running. Make the most of today.

To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.

To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.

To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.

To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with.

And remember that time waits for no one.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift.  That's why it's called the present!!!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their heart to us.

A Woman's Tear

A little boy asked his mother "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman she told him." "I don't understand," he said. His mum just hugged him and said, "And you never will"
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man,still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to GOD. When GOD got on the phone, the man said "GOD, why do women cry so easily?"
GOD said...."When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet,
gentle enough to give comfort.... I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children......
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.......
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly...
This same sensitivity helps her make a child's boo-boo feel better and shares in their teenagers anxieties and fears.......
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned  her from his rib to protect his heart.......
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.....
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed, This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is  needed. The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must  be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

You Are Blessed

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace...you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married...you are very rare, even in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful...you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder...you are blessed because you can offer healing touch.

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the  world that cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

Be good to yourself.
Be kind,
Be patient,
Be forgiving.

A BABY'S HUG

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking.  Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes we crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik.My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love
relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I
stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take
care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and  a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His
for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

Here is the poem that Jason King wrote shortly after he
learned that hewould be blind for the rest of his life.  Enjoy...

THE  WOOD

Within this cloak of never-ending dark,
all blood runs blue and cold as sapphire dust,
issuing not a spark,
Yet muffled cries of torment, waver on, and giving rise,
to the agony of truth, the soul must see, if not the eyes.
As if in dreaming, but then again, so real,
with hatred and in fury, introverting, forced to kneel
within a bleaker place, the density of wood,
engulfs, constricting life itself and squeezes,
till the blue, unheeded, flows forth, now red as blood.

In those deepest caverns where none but blind men, viewing with their fear,
begin again to scream, no caring ear to hear.
There, I walk, and knowing, must endure the journey once again,
and now, will tell, descending,
into the vortex of the soul, despite the pain.

Harken, he who ridicules those who cannot see,
yet even still believe through faith, not creed,
in that which generates all life through love and seed.
Sacred tomes bereft of all,
but they who reel in supplicators sin,
n'ere will enjoy their lash,
though earthly sight might look upon their pain.
So through the moldering wood,
unbroken by the merest twinkling past its hoary boughs,
we stagger, as if in dream,
we may secure our home among the clouds.
Yet through the intertwining, of thistle and of thorn,
the heart may catch a glimpse of gentle radiance,
drawing us along.
Scathed and torn, onward we press, toward the shallow rise.
As morning's beam awakens now viewed fully by one's soul,
if not his eyes.
What can it be, inquires the heart,
burdened still, by guilt and shame.
Recalling ancient, mystic tales,
we dare do naught but call a name.
And with the calling,
golden light bursts forth and flows throughout our tangled glen,
and onward, to another day we leave the dream again.

"Jason King"

Irregular Plurals

We'll begin with a box and the plural is boxes.
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
The one fowl is a goose but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a whole set of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of a foot and you show me your feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why should not the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural wouldn't be hose.
And the plural of cat is cats and not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say Mother, we never say Methren,
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim,
So English, I fancy you will all agree,
Is the strangest of languages ever to be.

"Jason King"

More English oddities...

When the English tongue we speak,
      Why is "break" not rhymed with "freak"?
And the maker of a verse,
      Cannot cap his "horse" with "worse"?
"Beard" sounds not the same as "heard".
      "Cord" is different from "word".
"Cow" is cow, but "low" is low.
      "Shoe" is never rhymed with "foe".
  Think of "hose" and "dose" and "lose".
      And of "goose" and yet of "choose".
Think of "comb" and "tomb" and "bomb",
      "Doll" and "roll" and "home" and "some".
And since "pay" is rhymed with "say",
      Why not "paid" and "said", I pray?
We have "blood" and "food" and "good",
      "Mould" is not pronounced like "could".
Wherefore "done", but "gone" and "lone"?
     Is there any reason known?
What about "cough" and "through" and  "tough"?
      we're nearly done, enough's enough
"Thorough" can be made to rhyme with "dough",
      But "bough" sounds like "cow" and not like "though".
"Draught" is spelled a lot like "taught",
      But only one of them sounds like "bought".
We haven't mentioned "laughter" or "daughter",
      Neither of which is spelled like it oughter.
And, in short, it seems to me,
     Sounds and letters disagree.

"Jason King"

Must not quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the 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,
Don't run to me, I don't give a shit.

You may be queer with your twists and turns,
Just pray your best friend never learns,
many a failure turns about,
and finds he loves to stick 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,
and remember that nobody gives a shit.

With apologies to C. W. Longenecker

"Jason King"

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