Gather

by Kenneth M. Cadow

And when things go to hell in your own life, the word gather means something else all over again. Because there’s a lot of good people, some who you know, some who you only just met. And the ones who matter, they listen. They gather on your side and at least they try to help you, even if it might not all work out.

It’s all a bunch of rules made up by people sitting around with no problems of their own, making problems for everybody else.

There would be a lot less garbage in the world if people knew what the hell they were doing.

Just so you know, there are a lot of people like that, actually, the ones who gather around you. There are a lot of them.

You always think you’re flush with cash until you find out how much it really costs to live.

I am the woods and the fields and the bass and the trout from our rivers and streams. You are what you eat, you are what you do, and everything I ever learned to do, I learned here, in my town and on our land.

Stick with the people that come find you where you’re at. And stick with your dog.

A good life mantra