"I knew a man in college who grew up in the inner city of Chicago and what he was doing in Iowa I never did figure out. But whenever he would see a jet trailing across the sky, he would stop everything he was doing and he would watch. Once, after a jet was gone and there was nothing left but the white line disappearing like a scar into the blue, he turned to me and said, 'An airplane is a miracle and I didn't give it much thought, but now and then, when I am ready to give up hope for human beings in general, and for one or two of them who are bugging me specifically, I will look to the sky and there will be one of those miracles and I will remember it's all about concentrating on the right thing.'"
Story People ~ Brian Andreas
Whatever is lovely, good, pure, honest, just, of good report
think
on these things
Philippians 4
