What shall I do? I expect to pass through this world but once.
Therefore any good work, kindness, or service I can render to any person or animal, let me do it now. Let me not neglect or delay to do it, for I will not pass this way again.
~An Old Quaker Saying~
It isn’t the thing you do, dear, It’s the thing you leave undone, That gives you the bitter heartache At the setting of the sun;
The tender word unspoken, The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted Out of your brother’s way, The bit of heartfelt counsel You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone, That you had no time or thought for, With troubles enough of your own.
These little acts of kindness, So easily out of mind, These chances to be angels, Which even mortals find—They come in nights of silence, To take away the grief, When hope is faint and feeble, And a drought has stopped belief.
For life is all too short, dear. And sorrow is all too great, To allow our slow compassion That tarries until too late.
And it’s not the thing you do, dear, It’s the thing you leave undone, That gives you the bitter heartache, At the setting of the sun.
~Adelaide Proctor~
Give what you have, for you never know—to someone else it may be better than you can even dare to think.
~HenryWadsworth Longfellow~
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