October's Party

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came —
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."

- George Cooper

From: facebook: Childhood Cancer Awarness

EVER HAD TO WATCH YOUR CHILD SLOWLY DIE BEFORE YOUR EYE'S??
KNOWING THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT...

WHEN YOU THINK YOUR HAVING A HARD DAY REMEMBER THIS...


Hard is having to rush your child to the hospital...

Hard is having the doctor tell you your child is not going to make it...

Hard is having to come home to an empty house...

Hard is having to clear out your child's precious belongings...

Hard is having to live with guilt...

Hard is having to look back in the memories...

Hard is having to come home and see the last thing your child did before he passed...

Hard is having to bury your child....

Hard is not believing your child died before you did...

Did YOU have a bad day? Was it HARD??

The (Wo)Man Who is in the Arena

Theodore Roosevelt 1910:

"It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points how the strong man stumbled 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 knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows 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.