Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

First-World Problems

You scream for a second when you poke yourself with the poppy on your jacket. That momentary relapse of forgetting all the pain and suffering and BRAVERY of those who fought for us and our country.

A few girls on my hockey team were complaining that their poppy was hurting them when it poked them. They were questioning why we even had to wear them anyways if it was just going to poke them. I came up with a really corny, but buy-able excuse for them to wear them and show respect:

Poppies are on pins so when you poke yourself, you remember the pain of those who fought for you to make that the worst pain you feel today. 


Now, are you thinking that the Obama-Romney US election is messy, look at some first-hand reporting my uncle has broadcasted over at Red Page Letters for the upcoming Sierra Leone election!


Darn good and sure of it,

adot

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