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THE PARADE (Ted A. Richard - Church Point, LA)



In life there are many times we wonder how and why things happen
This is my version of that story.
There are some people who sit indoors on a beautiful sunny day and wish “… I sure wish that there was a parade today so that we could get out of here and go somewhere…”
Then there are others who are outside, and noticing the beautiful sunny day, they decide “…it’s such a wonderful day, let’s call some friends and we can organize a parade for everyone to enjoy.”
Then there is that one special person, who, for whatever reason, decides, however unknowingly, “…I AM THE PARADE, FOLLOW ME! …”
This parade is the most energetic, vibrant, colorful, fantastic parade that I have ever seen. It is comprised of emotion, faith, strength, sincerity, integrity and honesty.
The balloons, filled with nothing but sheer boldness and courage, seem to stretch beyond comprehension. But the weight of these heart-filled balloons keeps them from flying away, so that all in attendance can enjoy the spectacle.
Finally, when the sun goes down beyond the horizon, the weight of the balloons is lessened, and they are allowed to fly free, so that people all over the world can behold the magnificent beauty of this PARADE. Because it is always sunrise somewhere.
I have seen this parade. And it never ceases to amaze how wonderful and exciting it is just to be able to attend such a fabulously colossal event.

That is how I feel every time you inspire me to be the best that I can be. I consider myself fortunate to sometimes be a part of that PARADE. But even in those moments when I am just another face in the crowd, always know that I was there.
 
 
 

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