I am also frail and ignorant, lonely and difficult, petty and sentimental, crazy and preposterous... And by God, I have a name. A name my parents called me when they looked upon the crying face of their newborn infant.
Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay had nothing on me. I had come, had seen, had conquered Valentine's and had met the love of my life in the process. Beat that!
"Oh my goodness, I'm gonna be late" I'm thinking as I jolt upright from the bed. It seems like I've already slept for another day. I look at the clock. It's been five minutes. This torture continues for another hour and half. I can't take it anymore.
I wonder if maybe, it was not What was done I wonder if this was what you learned From endless sermons And sterling examples.