Six little mice sat down to spin;
Kitty-cat passed by and she peeped in;
“What are you doing, my little men?”
“Weaving coats for gentlemen.”
“Shall I come in and cut off your threads?”
“No, no, Mistress, you’d bite off our heads.”
“Oh, no, I’ll not; I’ll help you to spin.”
“That may be so, but you don’t come in!”
*a slight different rendition from original found at -
www.zelo.com/family/nursery/sixmice.asp
I have more than one identity.
I take all shapes and forms.
Have you seen me?
Maybe. Maybe not.
I am many.
Find me.
28 years!!!
Yesterday I celebrated 28 years of service at my place of work. Where has all the time gone? I am lucky enough to be able to retire at 55, which means 6 more years for me. And if I don’t have a nervous breakdown at work, I just might make it.
My friend Stan was visiting another friend he had made while visiting here. They’d gone out for an evening of fun. When they arrived at their destination, my friend was not allowed inside because he was different. That is sad. What is even sadder is that the friend Stan was visiting went inside anyway because she saw some people she knew. She left my friend on the sidewalk. Dejected and hurt he returned to his hotel.
Why would anyone want to go in to or stay in a place that is selective about it’s customers?
It could happen to you. While your friend might not be allowed in a restaurant because they are of a different race, the day might come when you are now allowed in because you hold a special belief or are different that the owners.
Do you really want to stay in a place that doesn’t allow others that are different? What does that say about you? Some might think that makes you just like the owners.
Poor Stan. What will he think of America now?