Actually, I'd like to meet up with you again... connect on a park bench one sunny afternoon and laugh together, while discussing life's joys and challenges, hopes and fears, questions about tomorrow and insights about today... and as the sun begins to set, meander over to the swings and listen to the laughter of children enjoying their youth. And then... just swing in silence, soaking in the dusky atmosphere with the pleasure of good company.
people who recklessly, passionately engage life. my mom and dad. my husband. my sister and brother. keith green. jim elliot. chris and lisa frith. christopher columbus. leonardo da vinci. bianca neff. my grandpa and grandpa. brian mcclaren. brent and kelley lucy. martyrs.
it is not the critic who counts. not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who does actually try to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly. far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the grey twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat. - theodore roosevelt