“Now join your hands, and with your hands, your hearts…” –William Shakespeare
There is an adage that
Indian fathers use to teach fighting brothers about the futility of standing
alone in this world. The father removes a single arrow from the quiver and
breaks it easily across his knee. Then he takes two arrows and again shatters
them easily. Next he takes a handful of arrows from the quiver and tries with
all his strength to break them. He cannot. The lesson he hopes his sons will
learn is that there is a power in unity that cannot exist in the singular.
The back of any man
can be broken. Any single life can be gone in the blinking of an eye. But when
a noble idea is joined by the belief and faith of thousands, then that idea is
elevated, like a prayer, to a place where it cannot be harmed.
If a person stands on
the shore of a lake and casts a stone as far away as he or she is able, that
stone will set off a series of ripples in every direction. Some of these
ripples, maybe even all, will not be seen by the hand that threw the stone… -From the 'Gift of Life'
The power of brotherhood....
The power of brotherhood....
The girls were always pretty good with sticking together as well:
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