Life motto

Do your best and knock on a lot of doors. Whatever you do, whether you enjoy it or not, do your best at it. Walk in the light by not being deceitful. Wear your heart on your sleeve and love one another. Pursue new opportunities everyday based upon the means that you have and the skills that God has given you. God will be the one that opens doors and closes others. If you simply do your best where you're at, live a simple life by choosing to love other people, and pursue the dreams that God has placed in your heart; you'll find yourself where you're intended to be, loving the people you're intended to love, and living the life you're intended to live. And be content to have a few doors closed in your face along the way, knowing that when people say 'fate', I hear 'God chuckling at us from upstairs'.

Have a good day. I guess because where I am at in life and my current train of thought I am writing this more for myself than anyone. And one other thing. Frisbee Fridays at the Silver Bean at 7:00 PM.

Michael

Flying Ducks

I was bicycling to work this fine morning and it was beautiful. The sun was still coming up (or the earth was still rotating to appear as if the sun was rising) and I was a bit chilly in my thin corduroy jacket. So I decided to stay in the sunlight and bike behind Holiday Inn on my way to the cafe where my sister was waiting. I got behind the building and lo' and behold, there was a mother duck at the bottom quacking madly and two little ducklings on their backs on the concrete pathway running around the back of the building. And I heard a ‘plop’. A little duckling had jumped from the third floor and had landed on the concrete below. Racing thoughts, jumbled emotions, I jumped off my bike, ran next to the building (careful not to step on the little ones) and started catching ducklings with my jacket that were jumping from the third floor. Jump, catch, jump, jump, catch, plop. Aaaaaahhhhhh! Of the ten ducklings that hatched on top of the Holiday Inn, eight of them made it away with their mother. One of them had obviously snapped its neck in the fall and the other had broken it’s leg. As the mother and eight ducklings were making their way to the river I scooped up the broken-legged duckling and tried to include him/her in the river launch. To my dismay the mother hissed and snapped at me and actually came after me. I left the two ducklings behind and let nature run it’s course. I guess the mother knows best. But that was a crazy way to get to work. Flying ducklings, saved a few, and watched some left behind to die. Defender of defenseless ducks, I’ll keep that title going a while longer.

Michael Vanderherberg