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

Yesterday I passed a building undergoing repairs. On one side, workmen were removing 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 forgivingly each day, lest the time come when we discover 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!" - W, WALDEMAR W. ARGOW