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Once a hunter met a lion near the hungry critter’s lair, and the way that lion mauled him was decidedly unfair; but the hunter never whimpered when the surgeons, with their thread, sewed up forty-seven gashes in his mutilated head; and he showed the scars in triumph, and they gave him pleasant fame, and he always blessed the lion that had camped upon his frame.
Once that hunter absent-minded, sat upon a hill of ants, and about a million bit him, and you should have seen him dance! And he used up lots of language of a deep magenta tint, and apostrophized the insects in a style unfit to print. And it’s thus with worldly troubles; when the big ones come along, we serenely go to meet them, feeling valiant, bold and strong, but the weary little worries with their poisoned stings and smarts, put the lid upon our courage, make us gray, and break our hearts. – Walt Mason
Isn’t it odd how we can sometimes freak right out over the small annoyances in life, then turn around and handle a crisis with grace befitting royalty.
I don’t know why it is, but it’s the ants in life that make us act like fools far more times than the lions do. We’ll face down the big lions in life – go toes to paws with them without a hair falling out of place. But then, ants will crawl into the picture and not a hair remains in place!
Can’t quite get my mind around it.
Make each moment count double,