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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