Comments on: Be Kind… http://oswego.edu/student/blogs/2010/07/14/be-kind/ Real students, real stories. Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:53:56 +0000 hourly 1 By: Tim http://oswego.edu/student/blogs/2010/07/14/be-kind/comment-page-1/#comment-1209 Tim Wed, 14 Jul 2010 12:14:31 +0000 http://oswego.edu/student/blogs/?p=1587#comment-1209 A great story here, and wonderful advice. And you're right; you do have some great friends and fellow bloggers. Any thoughts of grass always seeming greener on the other side reminds me of "Richard Cory," from my favorite collection of poems, Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Spoon River Anthology." <i>Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean-favoured and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich, yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine -- we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread, And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet in his head.</i> We all fight our own battles, indeed. Keep fighting on! A great story here, and wonderful advice. And you’re right; you do have some great friends and fellow bloggers.

Any thoughts of grass always seeming greener on the other side reminds me of “Richard Cory,” from my favorite collection of poems, Edwin Arlington Robinson’s “Spoon River Anthology.”

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good Morning!” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine — we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

We all fight our own battles, indeed. Keep fighting on!

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