You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that
Saturday, December 25, 2010
FATHER AND SON........
“One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, Make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the Father prayed, Dear God, Make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.”
" it is a wise father that knows his own child."
" A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be."
" The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat."
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