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(and I know you speak in general, and based on your own experience, and so does the lady who posted this quote)
...but...
this poem says it best:
Preaching vs. Practice
It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat, And point out the places to wade.
But once we pass into the shadows, We murmur and fret and frown, And, our length from the bank, we shout for a plank, Or throw up our hands and go down.
It is easy to sit in your carriage, And counsel the man on foot, But get down and walk, and you'll change your talk, As you feel the peg in your boot.
It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack, But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back.
The up-curled mouth of pleasure, Can prate of sorrow's worth, But give it a sip, and a wryer lip, Was never made on earth.
...more from "if only it were that simple" category:
("When it seems that everything you do is wrong and everyone is against you--it is the best time to wear your "I-don't-give-a-damn" tutu. Glide gleefully on the dance floor of "this is me and my life". --Dodinsky)
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Similar to "be the hero in your own life's adventure"
:-p
(and I know you speak in general, and based on your own experience, and so does the lady who posted this quote)
...but...
this poem says it best:
Preaching vs. Practice
It is easy to sit in the sunshine
And talk to the man in the shade;
It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,
And point out the places to wade.
But once we pass into the shadows,
We murmur and fret and frown,
And, our length from the bank, we shout for a plank,
Or throw up our hands and go down.
It is easy to sit in your carriage,
And counsel the man on foot,
But get down and walk, and you'll change your talk,
As you feel the peg in your boot.
It is easy to tell the toiler
How best he can carry his pack,
But no one can rate a burden's weight
Until it has been on his back.
The up-curled mouth of pleasure,
Can prate of sorrow's worth,
But give it a sip, and a wryer lip,
Was never made on earth.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(Mrs ;))
this just in :P
("When it seems that everything you do is wrong and everyone is against you--it is the best time to wear your "I-don't-give-a-damn" tutu. Glide gleefully on the dance floor of "this is me and my life". --Dodinsky)
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(Just picturing the scene)
...might clear more than the customers...might alarm the colleagues and subordinates enough that they call the ambulance...no? ;)
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