I was right this morning.....it was a long day at work. But once more, I survived. The weather guy was wrong again this morning, I never saw any sun shine. He must have been talking about another part of the country. I found the following in my email that came into my computer magically while I was at work today. I'm including it because I think it's a nice thought for the end of the day. Until next time.....LindaBUZZARD
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet
and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its
ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason
is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground
with a run of 10 to12 feet. Without space to run, as is its
habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a
prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably
nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place.
If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is
shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it
reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw
itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be
there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the
means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find
some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will
seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the
bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and
frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up.