Am I an ass?

Sometimes in life we know the direction we are going. Then there are the other times when a scarf is put over our eyes, we are spun, told to take a tail and pin it on the ass end of a donkey. I have always wondered why an ass? Now I think I know. Because we often make an ass of ourselves when we blindly go pell mell in a direction without giving it any thought. Have you ever thought about the number of times that we do a disservice to ourselves and others by refusing to take the time to stop, remove the scarf and giving ourselves the chance to acclimate to our surroundings? Let's face it the ass will always be there. But sometimes we wear ourselves out running after it instead of stopping and just looking at what we carry around behind us.

Copyright 1/29/07 Cheryl Dieter