If only I could find courage, a brain and my heart
In honour of Halloween, I guess it seems only fitting to start my next blog referring to a bunch of lost souls out searching along a yellow brick road. Over the years, I’m sure more than a few children have dressed up as one or two of the characters from The Wizard of Oz. Quite honestly, I think I’ve felt like several of them this fall. Maybe even all at once. If only I had a brain, the scarecrow yearned. If only I had my courage, the lion dreamed. If only I had a heart, the tin man wished. And they set off on that journey together, looking for what they did not have. If you’ve read my previous blog, you’ll know at one point this summer, it may have been mentioned that I didn’t have a brain. Fortunate, as one cannot have a concussion with no brain to concuss. I can sympathize with the scarecrow. A brain is precious and unique to each individual. Please take care of yours; treasure it, train it, feed it, protect it. Most of all, be grateful for the power of thought. Pick up...