There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault

Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

“Nothing New”

From the beginning of time young men have undergone rites of passage. These endeavors help a young man grow both physically and mentally. I know that somewhere in time there where two young men who were the first to decide that they would see how close they could come to hitting the other one in the face without making contact, to test each other’s bravery. I have no doubt that it has taken place in the deserts of Egypt, the plains of China and the backyard of hundreds of households across North America. Well today it took place drivers side, row two of a big yellow school bus. I’ve never really understood who the loser is, the one who makes contact first or the one who ends up with the bloody nose. What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun
(Ecclesiastes 1:9).

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