Everyday Inspiration

Courage

6/7/2022

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Courage

I do not ask to walk smooth paths,
     nor bear an easy load.
I pray for strength and fortitude
     to climb the rock strewn road.

Give me such courage and I can scale
     the hardest peaks alone,
And transform every stumbling block
     into a stepping stone!

by Gail Brook Burket

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Be the Best That You Can Be

5/11/2022

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Be the Best That You Can Be

Be the best that you can be,
     Pursue your goals persistently.
Make your fondest dreams come true,
     And most of all believe in you.

You’ve overcome where many would fall,
     And you stand up again and give it your all.
Your strength and endurance are apparent to me,
     Your love, joy, and faith are wonderful to see.

by Author Unknown

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Little Things

5/10/2022

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Picture of a green grassy meadow interspersed with lavender colored flowers, a freshwater lake, hills, a blue sky overhead with a few tiny clouds drifting in it.

Little Things

Oh, it’s just the little, homely things,
     The unobtrusive, friendly things,
The “Won’t-you-let-me-help-you” things
     That make the pathway light.
And it’s just the jolly, joking things,
     The “Laugh-with-me-it’s-funny” things,
The “Never-mind-the-trouble” things
     That make our world seem bright.

For all the countless, famous things,
     The wondrous, record-breaking things,
Those never-can-be-equaled things
     That all the papers cite,
Can’t match the little, human things,
     The “Just-because-I-like-you” things,
Those “Oh-it’s-simply-nothing” things,
     That make us happy, quite.

So here’s to all the little things,
     The everyday encountered things,
The “Smile-and-face-your-trouble” things,
     “Trust God to put it right,”
The done-and-then-forgotten things,
     The “Can’t-you-see-I-love-you!” things,
The hearty “I-am-with-you!” things
     That make life worth the fight.

by Grace Haines

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The Train of Life

5/9/2022

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Picture of a passenger train pulled by a steam locomotive on a track through a wilderness.

The Train of Life

Some folks ride the train of life looking out the rear,
     Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by,
     And curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry.
But I don’t concern myself with that, I took a different vent,
     I look forward to what life holds and not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be,
     I want to be out on the front, to see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change, blowing in my face,
     I want to see what life unfolds, as I move from place to place.
I want to see what’s coming up, not looking at the past,
     Life’s too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back,
     Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember, that’s part of history,
     But up front’s where it’s happening, there’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living is not where we have been,
     It’s looking ever forward to another year and ten.
It’s searching all the byways, never should you refrain,
     For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train.

by Marv Hardin

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Count That Day Lost

5/7/2022

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Count That Day Lost

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
    And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
   One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went-
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay-
   If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face-
   No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost -
Then count that day as worse than lost.

by George Eliot

George Eliot is a pseudonym of Mary Anne Evans, possibly also known as Marian Evans Cross, who was born on 22 November 1819 in Nuneaton, Warwickshire, England. She became a novelist and a poet. She is known for her novel “Middlemarch” (1871 - 1872), among others. She was married to J. W. Cross in 1880. Mary Anne Evans passed on at 61 years of age on 22 December 1880 in Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, Middlesex, England.

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Now Is the Best Time

5/6/2022

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Now Is the Best Time

If you have hard work to do,
     Do it now.
Today the skies are clear and blue,
Tomorrow clouds may come in view,
Yesterday is not for you;
     Do it now.

If you have a song to sing.
     Sing it now.
Let the tones of gladness ring
Clear as song of bird in spring.
Let each day some music bring;
     Sing it now.

If you have kind words to say,
     Say them now.
Tomorrow may not come your way,
Do a kindness while you may,
Loved ones will not always stay;
     Say them now.

If you have a smile to show,
     Show it now.
Make hearts happy, roses grow,
Let the friends around you know
The love you have, before they go;
     Show it now.

by Author Unknown: as published in “The Improvement Era” (1907) magazine, volume 10

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To Those Who Fail

5/5/2022

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To Those Who Fail

Courage, brave heart, nor in thy purpose falter;
     Go on and win the fight at any cost,
Though sick and weary after conflict,
     Rejoice to know the battle is not lost.

The field is open still to those brave spirits
     Who nobly struggle till the strife is done,
Through sun and storm with courage all undaunted
     Working and waiting till the battle’s won.

The fairest pearls are found in deepest waters,
     The brightest jewels in the darkest mine;
And through the very blackest hour of midnight
     The star of Hope doth ever brightly shine.

Press on! press on! the path is steep and rugged,
     The storm clouds almost hide Hope’s light from view;
But you can pass where other feet have trodden;
     A few more steps may bring you safely through.

The battle o’er, a victor crowned with honors,
     By patient toil each difficulty past,
You then may see these days of bitter failure
     But spurred you on to greater deeds at last.

by Nellie Barlow: as published in Henry Davenport Northrop, compiler and editor: “New Popular Speaker and Writer: Being a Choice Treasury of New and Popular Recitations, Readings, Dialogues, Original and Adapted Comedies, Tableaux, Etc., Comprising the Best Selections from the Most Celebrated Authors and Composers Including Descriptive, Dramatic, Pathetic, Humorous Recitals and Readings with Music, for Schools, Lodges, Public Entertainments, Anniversaries, Sunday-Schools, Etc, Etc.” (1900)

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Perseverance Conquers All Things

5/4/2022

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Perseverance Conquers All Things

Genius, that power which dazzles mortal eyes,
     Is oft but perseverance in disguise.
Continuous effort, of itself, implies,
     In spite of countless falls, the power to rise.
’Twixt failure and success the point’s so fine
     Men sometimes know not when they touch the line . . .
And oh! how true, when shades of doubt dismay,
     ’Tis often darkest just before the day.

A little more persistence, courage, vim!
     Success will dawn o’er failure’s cloudy rim.
Then take this honey for the bitterest cup,
     “There is no failure save in giving up;
No real fall as long as one still tries;
     For seeming setbacks make the strong man wise.
There’s no defeat, in truth, save from within:
     Unless you’re beaten there, you’re bound to win.”

by Henry Austin: as published in “Hardware World: Plumbing & Heating” (May 1922), Volume XVII, Number 5

Henry Willard Austin was born on 25 February 1858 in West Roxbury, Massachusetts, United States of America. He became a journalist and a poet. His works include his collected poems, “Vagabond Verses” (1890). Henry Willard Austin passed on at 54 years of age on 16 October 1912 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America.

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Count Your Blessings

5/3/2022

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Count Your Blessings

It’s strange but true that common things,
     Like sunshine, rain and snow,
The happy little bird that sings,
     The fragrant flowers that grow;
The meals with which we’re blessed each day,
     The sweet sleep of the night,
The friends who ever with us stay,
     The shadows and the light,
The tender care of mother dear,
     The kiss of loving wife,
The baby prattle that we hear -
     The best things in our life -
Are not loved by us half so well
     As things that seem more rare.
For instance some old, broken bell,
     Or stone picked up somewhere;
An ancient coin with unknown date,
     An arrow head of stone,
Or piece of broken armor plate
     Worn by some one unknown.
Exclusive ownership we crave,
     No matter what the prize -
True from the cradle to the grave,
     Of foolish and of wise.
Oh, selfish mortal, don’t you know
     ’Twould better be, by far,
If you would train your love to grow
     Among the things that are
Just common to your daily life?
     You’ve blessings by the score,
Then why engage in constant strife
     For more, and more, and more?

by William Henry Dawson

William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is known as the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.

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Tackle the Thing

5/2/2022

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Tackle the Thing

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
     But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
     Who wouldn’t say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin
     On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
     That couldn’t be done, and did it.

Somebody scoffed: Oh, you’ll never do that;
     At least no one has ever done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
     And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
     Without any doubting or quid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
     That couldn’t be done, and did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
     There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
     The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
     Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
     That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

by Edgar A. Guest: Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest (1934), page 285

Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.

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Morning

5/1/2022

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Morning

The lark is up to meet the sun,
     The bee is on the wing,
The ant her labor has begun,
     The woods with music ring.

Shall birds and bees and ants be wise,
     While I my moments waste?
Oh, let me with the morning rise,
     And to my duties haste.

Why should I sleep till beams of morn
     Their light and glory shed?
Immortal beings were not born
     To waste their time in bed.

by Jane Taylor

Jane Taylor was born on 23 September 1783 in London, England, as one among an extensive literary family. She became an essayist, a playwright, a short story writer, a novelist, and a poet. Jane Taylor worked as an editor and writer for “Youth’s Magazine.” She is known as the author of the song, “The Star,” also known as “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” (1806), and the poem, “The Violet,” among other works. Jane Taylor passed on at 40 years of age on 13 April 1824 in Ongar, Essex, England.

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Waiting and Wishing

4/6/2022

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Waiting and Wishing

There are many who wait for their ships to come in
     For their ships to come in from the sea.
This question they ask as they watch and wait:
     Will a ship come home to me?

The answer comes swift from a voyager old
     A voyager weathered and gray:
Have you sent forth a craft with a cargo friend?
     A craft that might come in today?

There are many who long for their ships to come in
     That they from their cares may be free;
But how could a ship come home to them
     When they’ve sent no craft to sea?

by Author Unknown

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Paddle Your Own Canoe

4/5/2022

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Paddle Your Own Canoe

Voyager upon life’s sea,
     To yourself be true,
And whatever your lot may be,
     Paddle your own canoe.
Never, though the winds may rave,
     Falter or look back;
But upon the darkest wave
     Leave a shining track.
Paddle your own canoe.

Nobly dare the wildest storm,
     Stem the hardest gale,
Brave of heart and strong of arm
     You will never fail.
When the world is cold and dark,
     Keep your aim in view;
And toward the beacon work,
     Paddle your own canoe.

Would you crush the giant wrong,
     In the world’s free fight?
With a spirit brave and strong,
     Battle for the right.
And to break the chains that bind
     The many to the few
To enfranchise slavish mind, -
     Paddle your own canoe.

Nothing great is lightly won,
     Nothing won is lost,
Every good deed, nobly done,
     Will repay the cost.
Leave to Heaven, in humble trust,
     All you will to do:
But if succeed, you must
     Paddle your own canoe.

by Sarah T. Bolton: as published in “Harper’s New Monthly Magazine” (May 1854)

Sarah Tittle Bolton was born as Sarah Tittle Barrett on 18 December 1814 in Newport, Kentucky, United States of America. She became a poet and a singer. She was married to Nathaniel Bolton, an editor of the newspaper in which her early poems appeared. Her published works include, “The Life and Poems of Sarah T. Bolton” (1880). Sarah Tittle Bolton passed on at 78 years of age on 5 August 1893 in Indianapolis, Indiana, United States of America.

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Little Ways to Happiness

4/4/2022

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Little Ways to Happiness

The little ways to happiness
     Are not so hard to find;
They may not lead to starry heights
     But to a tranquil mind.
A peeping flower, an open book,
     A song of cheer, or word of praise;
The Sun’s bright smile, the zephyr’s* kiss,
     Are signposts to the happy ways.

The touch of love or sympathy,
    A friendly hand to grasp,
Or sharing thoughts with one more dear
     In understanding clasp;
The laughter of a child at play,
     Or trusting doggy eyes;
Life shows us every day some joy
     That any one of us might prize.

by Nora M. Carter: as published in “Sunshine Magazine” (June 1958), page 16

*zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze.

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Steps to Happiness

1/29/2022

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Steps to Happiness

Everybody Knows:
You can’t be all things to all people.
You can’t do all things at once.
You can’t do all things equally well.
You can’t do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s.

So:
You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of ‘being you.’

Then:
You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you’ll be a most vital mortal.

Dare to Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it’s more than a right, it’s your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
And you’ll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.

by Author Unknown

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Count Your Blessings

10/10/2021

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Count Your Blessings

Count your garden by the flowers,
     Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by garden hours,
     Don’t remember clouds at all.

Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
     Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
     Count your age by friends, not by years.

by Dixie Willson

Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson was born on 6 August 1890 in Estherville, Iowa, United States of America. A prolific creator, she became a screenwriter and a writer of children’s books, novels, short stories, magazine articles, and poems. She was also a kindergarten teacher, a vaudevillian, and a performer for the Ringling Brothers & Barnum & Bailey Circus. Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson passed on at 83 years of age on 6 February 1974 in Fair Haven, New Jersey, United States of America.

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The Value of a Smile

10/9/2021

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The Value of a Smile

A smile costs nothing, but creates much.

A smile enriches those who receive without impoverishing those who give.

A smile happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None are so rich they can get along without a smile, and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.

A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.

A smile is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen; for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody ‘til it is given away.

For nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none left to give.

by Frank Irving Fletcher: advertisement for Oppenheim, Collins, & Company

Frank Irving Fletcher was born on 5 June 1881 in Yorkshire, England and baptized into the Episcopal Church. He immigrated to the United States of America in about 1902 in response to an advertisement for a job, but when he arrived, the job had long since been taken. He stayed in America, and eventually started working in advertising in 1911. He went on to become a successful freelance copywriter of advertising for leading specialty retail shops in New York City, including Saks & Company (later Saks Fifth Avenue), where he was the Advertising Manager. His autobiography is titled “Lucid Interval: Confessions of a Custodian of the Convictions of Others” (1938). Frank Irving Fletcher passed on at 82 years of age 26 June 1963 in New York City, New York, United States of America.

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The Treasures in You

10/8/2021

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The Treasures in You

There are treasures in life, but owners are few
     Of money and power to buy things brand new
Yet you can be wealthy and feel regal too,
     If you will just look for the treasures in you.

These treasures in life are not hard to find
     When you look in your heart, your soul, and your mind.
For when you are willing to share what’s within,
     Your fervent search for riches will end.

The joy and the laughter, the smile that you bring;
     The heart unafraid to love and to sing;
The hand always willing to help those in need;
     Ones quick to reach out, to labor and feed.

So thank you for sharing these great gifts inside;
     The caring, the cheering, the hug when one cried.
Thanks for the energy, encouragement too,
     And thank you for sharing the treasures in you.

by Author Unknown

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Leisure

10/7/2021

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Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass.
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

by William H. Davies: “Songs of Joy and Others” (1911)

William Henry Davies, also known as W. H. Davies, was born on 3 July 1871 in Newport, Monmouthshire, Wales. He spent much of his life as a vagabond and itinerant worker in Great Britain and the United States of America, until an injury involving a train caused him to lose his right foot. From that time on, disability forced him to rely on a wooden leg, leaving him unable to continue his wandering lifestyle. He settled into shelters for the indigent, and began writing prose and poetry. Eventually, he became a published author and was able to circulate among literary society. He was married to Helen Payne in 1923. William Henry Davies passed on at 69 years of age on 26 September 1940 in Nailsworth, Gloucestershire, England.

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Capsule Course in Human Relations

10/6/2021

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Capsule Course in Human Relations

The five most important words in the English language:
    “I am proud of you.”
The four most important words:
     “What is your opinion?”
The three most important words:
    “If you please.”
The two most important words:
    “Thank you.”
The least important word:
    “I.”

by Robert W. Woodruff

Robert Winship Woodruff was born on 6 December 1889 in Columbus, Georgia, United States of America. He became a businessman and a corporate executive. Robert Winship Woodruff passed on at 95 years of age on 7 March 1985 in Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America.

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Hustle and Grin

10/5/2021

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Hustle and Grin

Smile, and the world smiles with you;
Knock it, and you go alone,
     For the cheerful grin
     Will let you in
Where the knicker is never known.

Growl and the way looks dreary;
Laugh and the path is bright,
     For a wholesome smile
     Brings sunshine, while
A frown shuts out the light.

Sigh, and you rake in nothing;
Work, and the prize is won,
     For the nervy man
     With backbone can
By nothing be outdone.

Hustle, and fortune may bless you;
Quit, and defeat is sure,
     For there is no chance
     Of deliverance
For the man who can’t endure.

Sing and the world’s harmonious;
Grumble, and things go wrong,
     And all the time
     You are out of rhyme
With the busy bustling throng.

Kick, and there’s trouble brewing;
Whistle, and life is gay,
     All the world’s in tune
     Like a day in June
And the clouds all melt away.

by Author Unknown

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Yagottawanna

10/4/2021

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Yagottawanna

In the great Northwest where I grew up, I met a mountain man and he knew how to get many things done with very little resources. He had almost nothing to work with, but accomplished great things.

Whether the task was to build a fire underwater or stop a waterfall from falling, it seemed he could take care of it. I was so amazed to see the things he could do, I finally asked him how he did it.

He told me that a long time ago, he had found a magical solution to nearly all challenges that came along. He said it was all contained in a single, ancient word that had mystic powers. When you understand the meaning of the word, it unleashes immense strength and abilities; it makes your mind more clear; it makes your imagination run wild with ideas.

Well, of course, I could hardly contain myself and I just had to know what this powerful magic was. I pleaded with him to tell me and he finally agreed.

He said the word is ‘yagottawanna.’

In order to accomplish anything, whether it is small or big, easy or difficult, trivial or of utmost importance, in order to be successful, you have to want to do it. To earn good grades, yagottawanna earn them. To become an Eagle Scout, yagottawanna be one. The main reason people do not succeed at something is because they do not really want it bad enough. By really wanting something, you come up with ideas, make plans, and then do it.

Remember, to do something, yagottawanna do it.

by Author Unknown

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Believe in Yourself

10/3/2021

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Believe in Yourself

Dream Freely
Envision Excellence
Exude Enthusiasm
Be Inspired
Inspire Others
Take Pride in You
Recognize Inner Beauty
Draw on Inner Strength
Look Inside Your Soul
Create Peace
Seek Truth
Spread Joy
Embark on Adventure
Launch New Ideas
Think Big
Invoke Positives
Live Fully
Reach Out
Aim High
Find Happiness
Expect the Best
Be the Best

by Jan Michelsen

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It Doesn’t Pay to Fret

10/2/2021

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It Doesn’t Pay to Fret

My Dear -

When you go out to take a skate
     Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
     And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
     Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
     Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
     Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
     Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
     Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
     By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
     And just as bad to hurry.

by William Henry Dawson

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Advice to Millions

10/1/2021

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Advice to Millions Who Rush through Life

Take time to think . . . thoughts are the source of power.
Take time to read . . . reading is a fountain of wisdom.
Take time to pray . . . prayer can be a rock of strength in time of trouble.
Take time to love . . . loving is what makes living worthwhile.
Take time to be friendly . . . friendships give life a delicious flavor.
Take time to laugh . . . laughter is the music of the soul.
Take time to give . . . every day of the year is too short for selfishness.
Take time to do your work well . . . pride in your work, no matter what it is, nourishes the ego and the spirit.
Take time to show appreciation . . . thanks is the frosting on the cake of life.

by Author Unknown

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