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The Early Bird Gets The Worm But It’s The Second Mouse That Gets The Cheese!

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All of us know the fable of ‘The Tortoise and the Hare” and it’s moral.  Patience and endurance can and will pay off in the long run.  Victory doesn’t always go to the swiftest.  There is a related saying that was passed along to me by my mother which says:

“The early bird gets the worm but it’s the second mouse that gets the cheese.”

We are often taught that in order to get ahead in this world we need to be up early, working hard, and running full speed ahead. While this is basically true, we now live in perilous times.  Perhaps caution is also needed as we venture forward. Learning by others mistakes is a worthy and thoughtful way to go about life.  Many of those who have gone before us, be it our parents, elders, or others, have stepped in the trap from time to time while pursuing the cheese. They have experienced the pain that comes with making mistakes.  They can teach us, ‘the second mouse’, valuable lessons.

Let us be wise and listen to the council of those who love and want the best for us. Learning from the mistakes of others can often lead to the choice reward of tasting the finest cheeses that this life, and the next have to offer.  Let us follow the words of the Savior  so that we,  ”Watch and pray, that (we) enter not into temptation,”  (Matt. 26:41)  After all, He who loves us best has already sprung the trap and paid the price. Let it not be in vain.

 

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The Pattering Of Little Feet

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A number of years ago I awoke from a good nights sleep to a familiar sound. It was a sound of days long past. As I lay in bed it took me a moment to recognize it. It was the sound of the “pattering of little feet.” It was the noise made by the sound of my two-year old granddaughter’s feet running on the hardwood floor outside my bedroom door. I smiled! Funny how something so small as a common sound can take you back in time! That “common”sound brought me back to the days of when I was a young father. I awoke to that sound almost every day. Back then, I must admit that oft-times I didn’t appreciate it. In fact, sometimes I dreaded it! It meant the kids were up, which meant I was “probably” going to have to get up out of the warm bed. That morning, Grandma, was already up and serving to the needs of our granddaughter who had spent the night. I sat up on my elbows in bed and listened a little closer to that beautiful noise. I was already late for work but I lingered for an extra moment and savored the sound that has long since left my home. I miss that sound! Unfortunately, I must confess that I also “missed” the beauty of it when I was a young Father.

Little Feet

By Edgar A. Guest

There is no music quite so sweet

As patter of a baby’s feet.

Who never hears along the hall

The sound of tiny feet that fall

Upon the floor so soft and low

As eagerly they come or go,

Has missed, no matter who he be,

Life’s most inspiring symphony.

 

There is a music of the spheres

Too fine to ring in mortal ears,

Yet not more delicate and sweet

Than pattering of baby feet;

Where’er I hear that pit-a-pat

Which falls upon the velvet mat,

Out of my dreamy nap I start

And hear the echo in my heart.

 

‘Tis difficult to put in words

The music of the summer birds,

Yet far more difficult a thing–

A lyric for that pattering;

Here is a music telling me

Of golden joys that are to be;

Unheralded by horns and drums,

To me a regal caller comes.

 

Now on my couch I lie and hear

A little toddler coming near,

Coming right boldly to my place

To pull my hair and pat my face,

Undaunted by my age or size,

Nor caring that I am not wise–

A visitor devoid of sham

Who loves me just for what I am.

 

This soft low music tells to me

In just a minute I shall be

Made captive by a thousand charms,

Held fast by chubby little arms,

For there is one upon the way

Who thinks the world was made for play.

Oh, where’s the sound that’s half so sweet

As pattering of baby feet?

I know it is hard to be a young mother or father. It seems the kids will never grow up…but they do! So, as you go through life, remember, savor the “moments.” Savor the small gifts from God that come through the beauty of a tiny child. When next you find yourself lying in bed some early morning and you hear echoes of tiny small feet outside your bedroom door; relish the sound of it! Trust me; you will miss it when it is gone. You will miss the sound of the “pattering of little feet” and everything that came with it!

 

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The ‘True’ Wonders Of The World

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Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of the lesson, the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt’s Great Pyramids

2. The Taj Mahal in India

3. The Grand Canyon in Arizona

4. The Panama Canal

5. The Empire State Building

6. St. Peter’s Basilica

7. China’s Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn’t turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The quiet girl replied, “Yes, a little. I couldn’t quite make up my mind because there were so many.” The teacher said, “Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.”

The girl hesitated, then read, “I think the Seven Wonders of the World are:

1. to touch…

2. to taste…

3. to see…

4. to hear… (She hesitated a little, and then added…)

5. to feel…

6. to laugh…

7. and to love.

The room was so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.

May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful – and we don’t have to travel anywhere special to experience them.

(“The Seven Wonders of the World”, Author Unknown)

The wonders of this earth were given to us by a loving God who desires that we have joy and happiness in this life. Let us not overlook the beauty and majesty of our heritage and of the knowledge that we are all sons and daughters of the most high.

 

 

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The Night My Wife And I Were Booed!

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My wife and I got Booed the other night! But it was such a wonderful feeling!  It meant that somebody cared for, and was thinking of us.  It made our night!

It is the simple gestures in life that mean so much. Last night my wife found a plate of goodies on our doorstep with a note. It read: “You’ve Been Booed! Hope you enjoy your special treats!”  The note had a Halloween Theme and a charge to ‘pay it forward.’  What a wonderful thing it is to do small works of goodness.  Both the giver and the receiver are blessed.

The other day I was in the grocery store with a charge from my wife to get a roast for Sunday dinner. Not just any roast, but the ‘best’ roast they had.  Well, I am no expert on cuts of beef so as I surveyed the meat section I happen to find myself next to another gentlemen of about the same age.  He looked at me and asked, “You looking for something special.”  Obviously he read the perplexed expression on my face as I picked up each roast.  “Well,” I said, “I’m looking for a great cut of roast and I don’t want to fail my wife by bringing home something she doesn’t want.” He smiled and said, “Well, I can help you with that.” So he picked up the roasts and looked them over.  Then he said, “Nothing here that I can see that you would want. Have you talked to the butcher yet?”  When I replied that I hadn’t,  he encouraged me to do so which I did.  I shopped while they got the roast ready for me.  As I was shopping I came across the same man. He stopped as our carts passed on one of the aisles, and said, “Were you able to get the cut you wanted?” I told him that I did and thanks for helping.  He smiled and said, “Great!” as he walked away. I left the store uplifted by this man’s simple kind act.

I don’t know why all of us don’t do more things like that! I guess sometimes we just get too busy to think about it!  Maybe we should think more often about helping others in simple ways.  It really doesn’t take much effort on our part and small acts of kindness mean so much to others.

My wife and I will make sure we “Boo” a few families in the coming days.  I’m sure we will feel good doing it and hopefully those we “Boo” will starting “Booing” others. It is a wonderful feeling when you serve others. I think it is a divine feeling that comes to those who act while  doing holy work.  It is the grand gift of feeling God’s love in your heart even when we do small deeds of goodness. Let’s “Boo” someone…today!

 

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