My dad had a stuffed mallard duck that was one of his PRIZE possessions from one of his hunting exposition. When I was little I thought it was so conveniently put on the coffee table for me to run my little hands through the feathers…..in the opposite direction of how you’re suppose to pet a duck, and boy would my dad get mad!!!
I use to despise that duck every time I saw it because it would remind me of getting in trouble. After I lost my dad, this duck has become a treasure of mine that makes me smile when I see it.
A duck stays calm and cool above the water – only to be paddling like hell underneath. My WISH is to remain like a duck when under pressure, out of luck or just in need of some comfort.
Sparkle and Spur and never quit paddling
“The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.” ~Sydney J. Harris