God then made man. The Italians for their beauty. The French for their cuisine. The Welsh for their voices. The Germans for their cars. And on and on until He looked at what He had created and said, "This is all very well, but no-one is having fun. I'll have to make an Irishman."
Sorry to be gone so long--not only have I been swamped at work but I have been driving an hour one way almost every evening after work to see my Dad in the hospital since 8-27. (He is doing well but will be in therapy for up to a year to regain full use of his left hand and lower arm.)
Here is a hint: This would likely be found in your office.
Dear Lord, lest I continue in my complacent ways, help me to remember that someone died for me today. And if there be war, help me to remember to ask and to answer "am I worth dying for?" - Eleanor Roosevelt
The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools. -- Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)