“Chickens cross road, some escape after semi crashes snarling I-5 near Olympia” read The Seattle Times headline this morning.
Wonder if any were roosters who crossed the road, escaping to crow another day.
To warn, which is one purpose of the rooster’s call for alarm.
There was a guy in history who each morning forever would remember his monumental failure every time the rooster crowed.
Warning, reminding, sounding not a cheery greeting to a new sunrise but rather a melancholy crippling-of-conscience of just how wrong he’d been, the chances of how utterly incompetent he’d be, a dark, dismal headline ever announcing that fateful day – a blemish, a fault, a flaw marring his story.
It is just such a person who should run for office.
For to admirably lead is to have miserably lost. To bask in the spotlight of victory is to have been exposed in the searchlight of failure.
It is those who have plumbed the depths of valleys of despair who can best breathe the rarified air of the Himalayan heights (adapted from Chuck Swindoll).
Few are the folks who will freely admit their faults and add ‘that was then, and this is now.’