Quote about your importance

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Without realizing it, we fill important places in each other’s lives. It’s that way with the guy at the corner grocery, the mechanic at the local garage, the family doctor, teachers, neighbors, coworkers. Good people who are always “there,” who can be relied upon in small, important ways. People who teach us, bless us, encourage us, support us, uplift us in the dailiness of life. We never tell them. I don’t know why, but we don’t.

And, of course, we fill that role ourselves. There are those who depend in us, watch us, learn from us, take from us. And we never know.

You may never have proof of your importance, but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.

~ Robert Fulghum

Quote about your importance

Image: imagerymajestic/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Without realizing it, we fill important places in each other’s lives. It’s that way with the guy at the corner grocery, the mechanic at the local garage, the family doctor, teachers, neighbors, coworkers. Good people who are always “there,” who can be relied upon in small, important ways. People who teach us, bless us, encourage us, support us, uplift us in the dailiness of life. We never tell them. I don’t know why, but we don’t.

And, of course, we fill that role ourselves. There are those who depend in us, watch us, learn from us, take from us. And we never know.

You may never have proof of your importance, but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.

~ Robert Fulghum

To My Friends and Critics

Come all you friends and critics,

And listen to my song,

A word I will say to you,

It will not take me long,

The people talks about me,

They've nothing else to do

But to criticise their neighbors,

And they have me now in view.

Perhaps they talk for meanness,

And perhaps it is in jest,

If they leave out their freeness

It would suit me now the best,

To keep the good old maxim

I find it hard to do,

That is to do to others

As you wish them do to you.

Perhaps you've read the papers

Containing my interview;

I hope you kind good people

Will not believe it true.

Some Editors of the papers

They thought it would be wise

To write a column about me,

So they filled it up with lies.

The papers have ridiculed me

A year and a half or more.

Such slander as the interview

I never read before.

Some reporters and editors

Are versed in telling lies.

Others it seems are willing

To let industry rise.

The people of good judgment

Will read the papers through,

And not rely on its truth

Without a candid view.

My first attempt at literature

Is the "Sweet Singer" by name,

I wrote that book without a thought

Of the future, or of fame.

Dear Friends, I write for money,

With a kind heart and hand,

I wish to make no Enemies

Throughout my native land.

Kind friends, now I close my rhyme,

And lay my pen aside,

Between me and my critics

I leave you to decide.

-- Julia A Moore

To My Friends and Critics

Come all you friends and critics,

And listen to my song,

A word I will say to you,

It will not take me long,

The people talks about me,

They've nothing else to do

But to criticise their neighbors,

And they have me now in view.

Perhaps they talk for meanness,

And perhaps it is in jest,

If they leave out their freeness

It would suit me now the best,

To keep the good old maxim

I find it hard to do,

That is to do to others

As you wish them do to you.

Perhaps you've read the papers

Containing my interview;

I hope you kind good people

Will not believe it true.

Some Editors of the papers

They thought it would be wise

To write a column about me,

So they filled it up with lies.

The papers have ridiculed me

A year and a half or more.

Such slander as the interview

I never read before.

Some reporters and editors

Are versed in telling lies.

Others it seems are willing

To let industry rise.

The people of good judgment

Will read the papers through,

And not rely on its truth

Without a candid view.

My first attempt at literature

Is the "Sweet Singer" by name,

I wrote that book without a thought

Of the future, or of fame.

Dear Friends, I write for money,

With a kind heart and hand,

I wish to make no Enemies

Throughout my native land.

Kind friends, now I close my rhyme,

And lay my pen aside,

Between me and my critics

I leave you to decide.

-- Julia A Moore