Circle of Trust

Announcements

Make America Burpee Again, month of January, 100 Burpees per day for 31 days

Check out the info only no chatter channel on slack.  Pork Rinds announced a bunch of stuff.

1/31/21 – EC Ruck 6am Dark Tower – in honor of Noonan

Get on the homebound services channel.  Lots of great things happening over there.  YHC did his first delivery yesterday for a family up north.  While it was a bit of a drive, the process couldn’t have been easier and honestly, the long drive benefited my mental state as much as the food from the pantry will benefit the family to whom I delivered.  It’s a win-win.

Prayers

Prayers for Carmen San Diego’s family, especially his mother.

Parks and Rec and his family

Ronda Rousey and his family

COT Poutine had recited this poem from Rudyard Kipling a week or so ago and it stuck with me.

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!  

I asked for a moment of silence for everyone to pray to whomever they pray too then thanked God for a beautiful morning.