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August 12, 2014
Perhaps the hardest thing of all for the honest man is to do is love himself.
As we get older, there is less that is obvious in us to like, until it seems that the world is best served, and our sensibilities least offended by effacing ourselves from the earth. And perhaps we may reach the point when all that holds us up is the promise that someone loved us -- though for what reason we do not know -- and that improbable promise is enough; and we take ourselves on faith. Belmont Club Fore, Three, Two, One ...Posted by gerardvanderleun at August 12, 2014 8:28 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Well I'm 83, and still keeping a half-acre hillside mowed, trimmed, painted, repaired, updated and otherwise presentable to the world. That should be enough for anyone
Posted by: BillH ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://americandigest.org/sidelines/nav-commenters.gif)
at August 12, 2014 8:55 AM
God bless, Bill. Live long and prosper, we need more folks like you.
Posted by: Stug Guts at August 12, 2014 9:41 AM
You're doing good Bill, keep at it!
"You can git busy livin' or get busy dyin'."
--tojw, 1976
Posted by: ghostsniper at August 12, 2014 4:58 PM