Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. Excerpt from “Paul Revere’s Ride,” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Two hundred…
At first glance, one day is a mundane thing. Twenty-four hours seems pretty insignificant when compared to the whole of history. I often find myself falling into this method of thinking, assuming that today is unimportant. I prefer to dream (or worry) about the future…