Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
AN OLD SOUL
This is our grand nephew Jared. He will be six next month. Jared is as ornery as the next kid, but there is something especially good about him. We heard a story about Jared last night that describes the kind of kid he is. Their teacher gave each child a package of cakes with two cakes inside. She reached the end of the line and was one package short. The teacher asked the little boy just ahead of the empty handed child if he would share his package. "No way!" the boy exclaimed as he held his package of two cakes tightly. You have probably guessed that Jared stepped forward, walked to the end of the line and shared his package with this last child. Jared's grandmother often refers to Jared as an old soul because he is unusually kind.
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Jared is super sweet and nice to have shared! Good for him!! He is handsome and everyone should be proud of this young man!
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