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JUST BE |
THE SIN OF OMISSION |
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When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all up hill, 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 twist and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learn, And many a person turns about, When they might have won had they stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You may succeed with another blow.
Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor's cup; and he learned too late when the night came down, how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out; so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit; it's when things seem worst that you must not quit. |
Be strong enough to face the world each day. Be weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone. Be generous to those who need your help. Be frugal with what you need yourself. Be wise enough to know that you do not know everything. Be foolish enough to believe in miracles. Be willing to share your joys. Be willing to share the sorrows of others. Be a leader when you see a path others have missed. Be a follower when you are shrouded in the midst of uncertainty. Be the first to congratulate an opponent who succeeds. Be the last one to criticize a colleague who fails. Be sure where your next step will fall so that you will not stumble. Be sure of your final destination in case you are going the wrong way. Be loving to those who love you. Be loving to those who do not love you, and they may change. Above all, BE YOURSELF. |
It isn't the thing you did, it's the thing you leave undone which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, the letter you did not write, the flower you might have sent, are your haunting ghosts tonight. The stone you might have lifted out of a brother's way, the bit of heartsome counsel you were hurried too much to say. The loving touch of the hand, the gentle and winsome tone that you had no time or thought for with troubles enough of your own. The little acts of kindness so easily out of hand, those chances to be helpful which everyone may find. No, it's not the thing you do, it's the thing you leave undone which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting of the sun.
Margaret E. Sanger |
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