Nothing, actually...
Hey, that was the point!! We attach a lot of importance to numbers, and they don't really mean anything.
If you examine it, you'll find that you have more ordinary, average days than any other kind. It takes a leap of understanding to realize those are the happy ones!!
And then we remember the misery, just like the alphabet news reports it ... as if that were the thing to remember.
Those miserable days are actually few in number, and vastly outweighed by the good days. Try counting this way ... I'm looking to accumulate one million days of perfect weather. Surely you remember quite a few -- Do you realize how many a million would be, even if you accept a little rain sometimes?
Anyway ....
Ronald Reagan
Intrepid, he was, and jolly,
Observing, and astute.
The secret of his nature,
Was contentment at the root.
Of course, it wasnt easy,
He had a real rough patch,
He learned to deal with basic things,
Before his dreams could hatch.
He learned to stand up like a man,
However grim the place.
He looked at every bit of life,
A smile upon his face.
He learned the secret early,
The joy there is to see,
Happy happens only if,
You just decide to be.
He started saving lives back then,
He was a strapping lad.
He kept a count inside his head,
His goal? A myriad.
And I would say he reached it,
Reached it, and surpassed.
For who knew then his fragile peace,
Could be the one to last?
Clearly, he could see it,
Of many things foreseen.
The shining lights upon the hill,
Hed glimpsed as just a teen.
His steady course of progress,
Rising as he went,
We only understand it now,
That he is Heaven-sent.
NicknamedBob . . . June 7, 2004
Nice tribute to Reagan, Bob. Thank you for posting.