Time Is Precious!

I read this poem by Dr. John C. Maxwell in the book Today Matters and what a way to underscore the point that time is indeed precious. Read it and be blessed!

To know the value of one year -
ask the students who failed their final.

To know the value of one month -
ask the mother of a premature baby.

To know the value of one week -
ask the editor of a weekly magazine.

To know the value of one day -
ask the wage earner with six children.

To know the value of one hour -
ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To know the value of one minute -
ask the person who missed the plane.

To know the value of one second -
ask the person who survived the accident.

To know the value of one millisecond -
ask the Olympic silver medalist.

 —John Maxwell

You Lazy (Intellectual) African Scum! by Field Ruwe

So I got this in my email this morning…

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”

Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.