Hello friends,
When I can’t find the right words, I sometimes borrow someone else’s words. The following words from Mr. Rogers spoke to me. I hope they may speak to you as well!
In His Service, Rev Sid
“There was a story going around about the Special Olympics. For the hundred-yard dash, there were nine contestants, all of them so-called physically or mentally disabled. All nine of them assembled at the starting line and, at the sound of the gum, they took off. But one little boy didn’t get very far. He stumbled and fell and hurt his knee and began to cry.
The other eight children heard the boy crying. They slowed down, turned around, and ran back to him-every one of them ran back to him. The little boy got up, and he and the rest of the runners linked their arms together and joyfully walked to the finish line
They all finished the race at the same time. And when they did, everyone in the stadium stood up and clapped and whistled and cheered for a long, long time. And you know why? Because deep down we know that what matters in this life is more than winning ourselves. What really matters is helping others win, too, even if it means slowing down and changing our course now and then.” Mister Rogers