The Rotary Balita no. 722 (June 4, 1953)

Yesterday I passed a building undergoing repairs. On one side, workmen were re- moving large quantities of bricks which had crumbled away. Why, I mused, had some bricks disintegrated and not others? Fifty years ago when the building was erected, said the foreman, there came a day when laborers at the brickyard had trouble with one another. And now, long years after the failure of those men to work together for a single day, a moral has been written in crumbling brick. How like the untold story of human life that is! For life is not built as a solid mass; it is built of individual days cemented by motives, hates, and loves. How important it is that we live nobly, creatively, cheerfully, and forgiving- ly each day, lest the time come when we dis- cover that the house of our habitation has begun to crumble because we imagined, O, this day doesn't count. Evermore, write it upon your heart: "Today is the best day in the year!"