by

Leo Crocker Rogers

I attended a book club meeting. How interesting that all of us having read the same book, took the message differently. The conversations were somewhat polite, but the comments were not of interests one to another but to argue a personal point of view. And what that with which to look forward? Reading another only to meet and either listen to insipid comments or to argue. Asking those who thought the meeting was worth while, I got the impression those attending did not have anything better to do.

Everything we do is individual, from reading a book to taking a walk. We may walk along side another, but even that is our individual walk. No one goes to the cross with us.

It is a fact that we do not have to live. We choose to live. The question is "What is the greatest value of our life?’

Said by one spouse to another. "You are not going to make me happy by your making yourself miserable to please me." False sacrifice, indeed.

If we refuse to learn from our failures, we should stop failing. Right.

We are cadre members of God’s family. No one is left behind. No. Not never.

If we leave for a trip not knowing where we are going, the trip may be grand, but then that is all there is, one grand trip after another until we get bored or too old to enjoy life. Is that to be the end of the line? And is that our greatest value, travel?

When one day is pretty much like the last, our greatest value is yet to be revealed.

Origami:

What are you doing.

I am making an origami.

Is it a frog.

No, it is a swan.

From Chernobyl?

"Life is not a book club."