Just Sharing Some of My Favourite Thoughts Collected and Jotted Down over the Years. Enjoy…"Together, one mind, one soul at a time, let's see how many people we can impact, empower, encourage and perhaps even inspire to reach their fullest potentials. Change YOUR world and you help change THE world…for the better"
“If a man is called to be a street-sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well, that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”
Come, they told me Our new born king to see Our finest gifts we bring To lay before the king. This is to honor him When we come. Baby Jesus, I am a poor boy too I have no gift to bring That’s fit to give a king. But may I play for you
on my drum Mary nodded The ox and lamb kept time I played my drum for him I played my best for him. Then he smiled at me Me and my drum.
As “led/guided by/from
Shared by “the totally unmusical, cashless and impulsive little (old) drummer boy”
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
– Rudyard Kipling
Thanks so much for sharing with me all those long years ago, dearest dad #
“Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I am permitted to hold for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.” George Bernard Shaw , Irish playwright and Nobel Prize winner
“Look across all sport and observe the truly great. All had this zest for combat, this taste for being truly tested (at the very highest level). All wished to explore the limits of their own possibilities.”