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Back after a quick trip down to Seattle. America is, unfortunately, still the same. Bush waiting a week to send the calvary to Louisiana was a joke. If it had been Texas you can bet the Guard would have been there before the storm even hit. Anywho....

Meet the teachers tomorrow night, so I'm going to go with my kids and see who is molding their minds this year. Colleen has Lindsey's fifth grade teacher so it's just Joshua's I've got to meet. The Luxton Fall Fair is this weekend also, so I imagine that is where we'll be spending Saturday.

Excerpt from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and the daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong no to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries for yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees thee mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archers hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

See you when I see you.
Baron