'Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what
he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will
do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly,
looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly tired.
The little he has done, comes to nothing, for want of finishing.'
Abraham Lincoln.
'When a man is led to believe that the pride in the work that he thought was done well, is undermined by himself, or others, for lack of instruction, where such instruction would not be rebuffed, then those whom could so instruct are just as responsible for the want of his finish. For when his heart is in his work and he seemed tireless in the pursuit of it's perfection, while knowing full well that nothing is perfect, when if fortunate enough, then his efforts could at the very least be perceived as his willingness to bring himself up from his past failure'.
James McLain Saturday, November 1, 2014
When Judy plays Doctor & Nurse
She always quotes chapter and verse
Then whacks off a tad
(The Rabbi's her dad)
And that's how young boys learn to curse
aka "The Missionary Position" per Jan
Missionaries knocked on our door
And saw the wife flat on the floor
They said it was rude
To lie in the nude
But not in the clothes that they wore?
Cole hated rainy days. He looked out of his window. He watched the raindrops bounce off the ground. Through grey clouds, a beam of light touched his face. "Why are you hiding, Mr. Sun? Did you have a bad day today?" Mr. Sun frowned and hid his face. The clouds yelled at Cole. "Why do you only care about Mr. Sun? We are the ones who bathe the flowers!" Cole shook his head and pleaded with the clouds, "You always seem so unhappy! I didn't mean to make you sad!" The clouds cried while the wind whispered, "Why do you only care about the clouds and Mr. Sun? I am the one who dances with the leaves. I am the one who sings with the bells." Cole cuffed his ears with his hands. "I care about all of you! Can't everybody be happy?" he begged. The bells began to chime and yell at once, "WHY CAN'T YOU BE HAPPY?" The church bell tolled for Cole. In a sudden gasp, he jumped up from his slumber. He wandered over to the window. He smiled at the rain.
James was his church’s bell ringer
Some would listen and linger.
To make the bell louder
James became stouter.
Now he’s known as a real humdinger.