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“I ran out of ice cream bars the other day, and I cried. Then I remembered Alexander the Great, and how he wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. How very much alike we are, I thought.”—Michael Thompson

I do not know who Michael Thompson is, but when I read his quote the other day—how well I could relate! I didn’t run out of ice cream bars (although the thought was tempting).

I ran out of seat-endurance before the (now) four-hour class (includes one re-run) ran out of “what the mind can absorb.”

I ran out of words to write to Mike Peters when he emailed to tell me his dad, Roy, died Tuesday.

I ran out of “Ninety-nine PowerPoint Slides on the Monitor” before next week’s presentation was complete. The longest three hours of my life!

I ran out of things to do (and according to some, “mess up”) on the church’s website. I must admit, I’m doing a pretty good job of it (you figure out the correct antecedent), too!

I ran out of High School football games to endure (Santa Fe Chiefs, 55; Bell Gardens was a no-show, 0). However, there was traditional reenacted “Billy Edwards ‘long snap over the kicker’s head into the end zone for the other team’s touchdown’ Memorial Play.” It’s been a long time since we have seen that one!

I ran out of birthday parties to attend. My brother Kenneth and Danite’s oldest son, Joshua is 16. How sweet!

I ran out of Junior football (how could I forget?) where Matthew opened a couple of huge holes to let the running-back through! When asked later about his stellar performance on the field, Matthew replied, “what holes?” The Diamondbacks won (they usually do).

And now, I have run out of things to say about the things I ran out of “conquering” last week. I guess it is time to join ranks with the likes of Michael Thompson and Alexander the Great. I might have wept with them awhile, but I have to run. Even if I told you where, you wouldn’t believe me, because the one thing I haven’t run out of is the work to do.

How does that old hymn go again?

“Work for the night is coming, Work in the sunset skies;
  Work when the day grows brighter, Work for the day-light flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth; Work in the glowing sun.
  Work, while the night is dark’ning, When man’s work is done.

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