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Thank You David

David Maurice Lanier

August 15, 1951 ~ April 7, 2017 (age 65)

(Link to David's Obituary)

Earlier this week, I was told that my friend, David, surrounded by his family had passed away after a battle with cancer.

I met David many years ago.  They may have been the years that he would not consider to be his best, but it was in those moments that he was able to bring out the best in me.  He taught me so much about life, dignity, humanity, and the deeper needs of the soul.  His influence on my life will never be forgotten, and the words he spoke to me will always be remembered (http://nwahomelessness.blogspot.com/).

Many may know a little of his story of being without a home, but I doubt may know the kindness and grace that he carried with him.  Maybe this short video will give some insight into that kindness and grace because it will be what marks his life in my memory.


If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Which is your favorite? Bullet the Blue Sky.

Life is Meaningless