Weekend Wisdom: Adversity

As I was looking through my book of positive quotations, I found a few on adversity and decided to share them today.

Enjoy!

 

Strong men are made by opposition, like kites that go up against the wind. 

Frank Harris

You’ll never find a better sparring partner than adversity. 

Walt Schmidt

Adversity causes some men to break, others to break records. 

William A. Ward

All quotes from

The Book of Positive Quotations, 2nd  Edition,

 Compiled and Arranged by John Cook,

Edited by  Steve Deger and Leslie Ann Gibson.

Weekend Wisdom: Grace At Evening – Edward A. Guest

Here is another poem by Edgar A. Guest.  He was my maternal grandfather’s favorite poet and after reading more poems and knowing my grandfather’s belief’s and values, I understand why he enjoyed Mr. Guest’s poems.

Today’s poem is perfect for families who still believe in gathering around the dinner table.

Enjoy and Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom, Sister, and all the mother’s everywhere – God bless you today and always.

Grace At Evening

For all the beauties of the day,
The innocence of childhood’s play,
For health and strength and laughter sweet,
Dear Lord, our thanks we now repeat.

For this our daily gift of food
We offer now our gratitude,
For all the blessings we have known
Our debt of gratefulness we own.

Here at the table now we pray,
Keep us together down the way;
May this, our family circle, be
Held fast by love and unity.

Grant, when the shades of night shall fall,
Sweet be the dreams of one and all;
And when another day shall break
Unto Thy service may we wake.

Edgar Albert Guest

Weekend Wisdom: Edgar Albert Guest

After posting Ralph Waldo Emerson last Sunday, Mom emailed me and said she would locate the book my Grandfather’s class gave him of Ralph’s poems.

Well it was not a book of Ralph’s but a book of Edgar Albert Guest’s poetry that was given to my Grandfather.

Today and tomorrow’s Weekend Wisdom will feature some of Edgar’s work.

Enjoy!

Hard Luck

Ain’t no use as I can see
In sittin’ underneath a tree
An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad,
An’ that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain’t sadder than your neighbor’s
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An’ he has work he hates to do;
An’ he gits tired an’ he gits cross,
An’ he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an’ through,
Why, he’s no better off than you.

If whinin’ brushed the clouds away
I wouldn’t have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o’ foes
I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an’ see
A lot o’ men resemblin’ me,
An’ see ‘em sad, an’ see ‘em gay
With work t’ do most every day,
Some full o’ fun, some bent with care,
Some havin’ troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They’re ’bout what everybody knows.

The day I find a man who’ll say
He’s never known a rainy day,
Who’ll raise his right hand up an’ swear
In forty years he’s had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An’ never known one touch o’ woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But allas laughed his way along;
Then I’ll sit down an’ start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.

Edgar Albert Guest

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