I found a poem wadded up like a ball on the floor. I haven’t located the author, but it fits my thinking about the adventurous life. Let me know what you think:
The man who misses all the fun
Is he who says “it can’t be done.”
In solemn pride he stands aloof
And greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power, he’d efface
The history of the human race.
We would have no radio. No motor cars.
No street lit by electric stars.
No telegraph or telephone.
We’d linger in the age of stone.
The world would sleep if things were run
By men who say, “It can’t be done!”
When I was young there was no cure for cancer and never would be, or so I was instructed. Nowadays it’s common for someone, including my wife, to say,
“I had cancer!”
How about a man to the moon?
“With God, nothing will be impossible” Gabriel.
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