This week my father had a sroke and is in the hospital working to recover. He is a strong and gentle man who has loved life and God and this poem is how his life is lived.
To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face,
to greet the day with reverence for the opportunities it contains;
To approach my work with a clean mind;
To hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things,
the Ultimate Purpose toward which I am working;
To meet men and women with laughter on my lips and love in my heart;
To approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and joy that comes from work well done--
This is how I desire to waste wisely my days. --Thomas Drier
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