It has been said that you can tell a truly great person by the way he or
she treats ordinary people.
Many years ago a rider on horseback came across a squad of soldiers who were trying to move a heavy log. A corporal stood by giving lordly orders to "heave." But the log was too heavy for the squad to move.
"Why don't you help them?" asked the man on the horse addressing the corporal.
"Me? Why I'm a corporal, sir!"
Dismounting, the stranger carefully took his place with the soldiers.
"Now, all together, boys—heave!" he said. And the heavy log slid right into place.
The horseman was George Washington.
Dear God,
Many years ago a rider on horseback came across a squad of soldiers who were trying to move a heavy log. A corporal stood by giving lordly orders to "heave." But the log was too heavy for the squad to move.
"Why don't you help them?" asked the man on the horse addressing the corporal.
"Me? Why I'm a corporal, sir!"
Dismounting, the stranger carefully took his place with the soldiers.
"Now, all together, boys—heave!" he said. And the heavy log slid right into place.
The horseman was George Washington.
Dear God,
please deliver me
from the sin and vanity
of 'riding on a high
horse,'
thinking that any job
is below my (false) pride
and dignity.
Thank you for hearing and
answering my prayer.
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