"Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can." - John Wesley
"Remember this definition of the rich man - a person that is not afraid to ask to see something cheaper." -Dave Ramsey
"Remember, hope cannot be taken from you; you must surrender it." - Dave Ramsey
These are just a few of my favorite quotes from the recent book I finished by Dave Ramsey - Financial Peace.
One of my goals this last year was to do new things. Eventually, I am going to start an entire blog series on doing new things but for now, we are going to call this book blog series, Jared Wanzer Party of 1 Book Club.
One of my goals was to read more, I have never been a big fan of reading. I think it always takes me back to when I was in school and I was forced to read things that, to me, were not enjoyable and sometime I didn't even understand. Also, I like to multi-task and when I am reading, well, I can only read. I realized that is a good thing & have found several books I have really enjoyed, thanks to my friends Katrina & Zak who recommended two books to me.
All that being said, I just finished Dave Ramseys book - Financial Peace. It was filled with a lot of great information & I really enjoyed gaining more knowledge through this book. I am going through the book right now and writing down information I want to remember & I remembered this poem from the book that I thought I would share, I really liked it. I highly recommend it even if you are not going through finacial issues, it is filled with so much information and really gets your mind to thinking about what you are spending and how you are spending it, filled with content for sure.
I will leave you with this poem that was in the book that I also loved.
Said the Little Red Rooster,
“Believe me, things are tough!
Seems the worms are getting scarcer
And I cannot find enough.
What’s become of all those fat ones?
It’s a mystery to me.
There were thousands through that rainy spell,
But now, where can they be?
“Believe me, things are tough!
Seems the worms are getting scarcer
And I cannot find enough.
What’s become of all those fat ones?
It’s a mystery to me.
There were thousands through that rainy spell,
But now, where can they be?
But the Old Black Hen who heard him
Didn’t grumble or complain,
She had lived through lots of dry spells;
She had lived through floods of rain.
She picked a new and undug spot.
The ground was hard and firm.
“I must go to the worms,” she said
“The worms won’t come to me.”
Didn’t grumble or complain,
She had lived through lots of dry spells;
She had lived through floods of rain.
She picked a new and undug spot.
The ground was hard and firm.
“I must go to the worms,” she said
“The worms won’t come to me.”
The Rooster vainly spent his day
Through habit, by the ways
Where fat round worms had passed in squads
Back in the rainy days.
When nightfall found him supperless,
He growled in accents rough,
“I’m hungry as a fowl can be,
Conditions sure are tough.”
Through habit, by the ways
Where fat round worms had passed in squads
Back in the rainy days.
When nightfall found him supperless,
He growled in accents rough,
“I’m hungry as a fowl can be,
Conditions sure are tough.”
But the Old Black Hen hopped to her perch
And dropped her eyes to sleep
And murmured in a drowsy tone,
“Young man, hear this and weep.
I’m full of worms and happy
For I’ve eaten like a pig.
The worms were there as always,
But, boy, I had to dig!”
And dropped her eyes to sleep
And murmured in a drowsy tone,
“Young man, hear this and weep.
I’m full of worms and happy
For I’ve eaten like a pig.
The worms were there as always,
But, boy, I had to dig!”
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