Happy Gooseday

Happy Gooseday

goose real close

Corny, right? Tuesday and Gooseday. That’s okay, there are some things I’ve never been good at. Math and directions are at the top of the list.

I used to think I was a poet. Then I was told that I didn’t have the right rhythm. I’m uncoordinated, but I never realized tripping over things and dropping them kept a person from being a poet.

I used to think I was athletic, but my physical education teacher in high school could bend over backwards in a “bridge” and walk across the gym floor. I couldn’t even make a “bridge” and I was always out of sync in group exercises.

I used to think I was an artist. Then I went to college and realized that my art wasn’t their art.

I used to think I could sing until a college professor with a doctorate in music promised to work with me one hour a day for a week so I could sing well enough to be in the chorus at the summer musicals. She gave up after the first day.

Alan goose friends

Alan and I made a couple of goose friends lately. They see us coming from an amazing distance and come to meet us. We feed them—but their response to us seems equally to be on a friendship level. It made me realize that the things I can’t do don’t matter. What the world needs most is kindness—and everyone can be kind.

“Love is kind.” 1 Corinthians 13:4

Of course, it would be nice to have the same balance as the bank does or to go somewhere without getting lost…



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