Molding Can Hurt
Friendly Obstacles Anonymous For every hill I've tried to climb, For every stone that bruised my feet, For all the blood and sweat, and grime, For blinding storms and burning heat, My heart sings but a grateful song These are the things that made me strong! For all the heartaches and the tears, For all the anguish and the pain, For gloomy days and fruitless years, And for the hopes that lived in vain, I do give thanks, for now I know These were the things that helped me grow! 'Tis not the softer things in life Which stimulate man's will to strive; But bleak adversity and strife Do most to keep man's will alive. O'er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep, But brave hearts dare to climb the steep. For about two weeks now my daughter has studied these words. Words that I've heard her recite....words that I've checked to make sure she was reciting correctly....but also words that I've not really heard until today. As my eldest reci...