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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Monday, August 13, 2012
LET WHO HELP
Question Of The Week 8-13-12
I had to change the picture on this post. I found this perfect illustration later.
Where do you go for advice?
Friend, family member, neighbor, teacher, doctor, co-worker, pastor, milkman?