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Talking about Obama stops in Ottawa's Byward Market


More than two thousand people gathered on Parliament Hill to try to catch a glimpse of the U.S. President. Most were told it wouldn't likely happen, but Barack Obama's unscheduled stop at an Ottawa bakery proved that to be wrong.

There are two days in every week, about which we should not worry,

 two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

 One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares,

its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.

 Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.

 All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.

 We cannot undo a single act we performed;

 we cannot erase a single word we said.

Yesterday is gone forever.

 The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow

 with all its possible adversities, its burdens,

 its large promise and its poor performance;

Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds,

 but it will rise.

 Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,

 for it is yet to be born.

 This leaves only one day, Today.

 Any person can fight the battle of just one day.

 It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities

 Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.

 It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad,

 it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday

and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

 Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.

Author Unknown

Happy New Year

 If it didn't bring you joy just leave it behind

Let's ring in the new year with good things in mind

 Let every bad memory that brought heartache and pain

 And let's turn a new leaf with the smell of new rain

 Let's forget past mistakes making amends for this year

 Sending you these greetings to bring you hope and cheer

 Happy New Year!

A New Year's Plea

 let me stand in the thick of the fight,

 Let me bear what I must without whining;

Grant me the wisdom to do what is right,

 Though a thousand false beacons are shining.

 Let me be true as the steel of a blade,

 Make me bigger than skillful or clever;

Teach me to cling to my best, unafraid,

 And harken to false gospels, never.

 Let me be brave when the burden is great,

Faithful when wounded by sorrow;

Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait

The better and brighter to-morrow.

 Spare me from hatred and envy and shame,

 Open my eyes to life's beauty;

 Let not the glitter of fortune or fame

 Blind me to what is my duty.

 Let me be true to myself to the end,

 Let me stand to my task without whining;

 Let me be right as a man, as a friend,

Though a thousand false beacons are shining.

By Edgar Guest

"Why wear a Poppy?"

 "Please wear a Poppy", the lady said,

 And held one forth, but I shook my head,

 Then I slopped and watched as she offered them there

, And her face was old and lined with care;

 But beneath the scars the years had made

 There remained a smile that refused to fade.

 A boy came whistling down the street.

 Bouncing along on care-free feet.

 His smile was full of joy and fun, "Lady" said he, "may I have one?

" When she'd pinned it on, he turned to say: "Why do we wear a Poppy to-day?

" The lady smiled in her wistful way And answered: "This is Remembrance Day",

 "And the Poppy there is a symbol for The gallant men who died in the war".

"And because they did, you and I are free That's why we wear a Poppy you see".

 I had a boy about your size, With golden hair and big blue eyes.

"He loved to play and jump and shout.

 Free as a bird, he would race about.

 As the years went by, he learned and grew, And became a man-as you will, too".

 "He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile.

 But he'd seemed with us such a little while When war broke out and he went away.

 I still remember his face that day.

 When he smiled at me and said good-bye. I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry"

 But the war went on and he had to stay, And all I could do was wait and pray.

"His letters told of the awful fight (I can see it still in my dreams at night) With the tanks and guns and the cruel barbed wire,

And the mines and bullets, the bombs and the fire".

"Till at last, at last, the war was won - And that's why we wear a Poppy, son".

The small boy turned as if to go. Then said: "Thanks, lady I'm glad to know.

 "That sure did sound like an awful fight. But your son - did he come back alright?

" A tear rolled down each faded cheek; She shook her head, but didn't speak. I slunk away In a sort of shame.

 And if you were me, you'd have done the same; For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,

 Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid;

 And so, when we see a Poppy worn,

 Let us reflect on the burden borne By those who gave their very all

When asked to answer their country's call

That we at home in peace might live.

 Then wear a Poppy! Remember - and give!

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They call it Canada

Side by Side and step by step

Our fathers were marching along

They were building a road to the future

With a spade and a smile and a song.

Out of the wildness and out of the sand

Grew the land that we live in today.

Though the job to be done has barely begun,

There is one thing I'm proud to say:

My country is my cathedral

The northern sky its dome

They all call it Canada

But I call it home

The mountains, the lakes and valleys

Are friends that I have known

They all call it Canada

But I call it home

From the Atlantic to the Pacific

From the pole to the U.S.A.

We're on united brotherhood

And united we will stay

The people across the border

And far across the foam

They all call it Canada

But I call it home

A Mother's Love

 A Mother's love is something that no on can explain

 It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,

 It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may

 For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .

 It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,

 And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . .

 It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,

 And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . .

 It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,

 And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendor miracle man cannot understand

 And another wondrous evidence

 of God's tender guiding hand