It's not easy to live with failure

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Failure.

It’s not easy to live with, Lord.

I know a girl who flunked school,

Had a baby at fifteen.

She cant type,

She cant sort envelopes,

She cant even make milkshakes at the drive-in.

She gets fired every three days or so.

Like a ragamuffin from Appalachia,

A misfit here in the suburbs,

She’s a walking failure, Lord

How does she live in her skin?

Lots of “neat” people fail too, Lord.

I sat with a friend who was bright and energetic,

Full of ideas and competence and concern.

But he got fired, Lord,

In spite all of that,

And the wounds in his eyes haunted me.

He had to face his friends,

And himself

Failure,

You’re rolling along,

People respecting you,

And suddenly you’re the one who blew it.

I fear that, Lord.

What would it do to me?

Past failures have been stepping stones, mostly.

In analytic geometry one day I got an F.

Number twenty-four out of twenty four students

Worse in the class!

I squeezed my eyes shut, then glared.

I worked like next week was Olympics

And I got an A

Number one out of twenty-four.

Lord, even as I write about that,

I feel pride;

I could always overcome failure,

If not in one thing, then another.

But what if deep failure smashed into me,

Probed icily to the core of me?

Would my whole self-concept abort?

Would I, failure after failure after failure,

Melt inside, like Dali’s limp watches?

A friend sat down beside me one day

And said he’d learned something heavy.

He’d just failed –

And he was glad.

He’d worked at a project for months,

And had it blown apart.

Now he’s saying,

“if I hadn’t failed,

I’d never have learned about myself.

Or what God was trying to say to me.”

That’s what you’ve done to me, Lord.

Given me little failures that teach.

But deep failure –

Would it make me a whiny baby

Lashing out, blaming others?

Or would I grow at my core

Because you are there?

Actually, to fail in abilities isn’t serious

But to fail morally-

To fail you, Lord,

Is bitter and tragic.

Why is it, Lord,

That I am more afraid of failing before people

Than to fail in front of you?

I drove and ice-cream truck one year,

Spilled the hot fudge machine all over everything

And nicked a tree with a fender

Got fired

And I don’t know want to admit that’

Cause friends will think,

Hey! He’s the clod I thought he was after all.

But you, Lord,

You watched my failures everyday

And I don’t care what you think –

As I reach for pie gluttonously ;

As I stare raptly at a sexy come-on;

As I say nothing while others put down a neighbor

You see me every second, Lord,

Yet I care more what human think

Lord, you love me as I am.

A failure, a success. Either way.

I am somebody because you love me.

That’s all! No other reason.

You love me.

You call me to success,

To high aspirations

But it’s like watching a thunderstorm

Roaring, pelting, splashing, blackening, streaking.

It’s a great show,

But I am not the storm

And neither am I accomplishment and poise

Thank you for loving me, Lord –

Thunderstorm or drizzle.

Just don’t let me be a stagnant pool.

Splash all over me, Lord,

Throw anything at me!

Make me drive to success center in

Yielding to you to you,

And loving you…

The way you love me

- Harold Myra

LAUGHS OF THE DAY

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I wish you all could resign the way I did!!!!

HERE'S MY RESIGNATION LETTER:

Dear Manager
I'm resigning with immediate effect -

the reason for my resignation is what I found in my garage this morning before coming to work.

See for yourself.... ..

lol. see you guys soon.

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