Standing on the Ant HillPosted Saturday, February 19, 2011, at 3:01 AM
Have you ever inadvertently stood on an ant hill? When we were growing up, there were the easy- to- spot ant hills and the more subtle and dangerous ones where the ground looked undisturbed.
The ant is one of the most industrious creatures on earth. They toil tirelessly gathering food and building homes. Given their minuscule size, you would think they would be in constant danger of being crushed or eaten. But as we all know, a few well placed bites by a dozen ants can cause a grown person to dance and scream in agony.
Sometimes, I think that we should be like the ants. We need to choose our moments in making ourselves known to the biggest of our enemies. An ant's battles are not fought in the highest hills, but the low flat ground that looks unoccupied.
The ant is not deterred by the size of their burdens, they simply heft the load onto their backs and begin the trek back to their home. They do not rush nor they do not hesitate. Their lives are well-organized and everyone works toward the common good of the colony.
We have forgotten what it is like to live simply. The term, "for the common good" has become tarnished by greedy and selfish individuals who bombard our every day lives with their empty promises and moral superiority
Given the state of our lives today, our mindset should be similar to that of an ant colony. Their society consists of willing workers and a recognizable level of authority in their leader . An ant's purpose in life is not to bite the unsuspecting trespasser, but to maintain the safety and well-being of their abode.
But are we willing to choose a new lifestyle that requires self-discipline and sacrifice? Is it possible to get the attention of the "giants" who have violated our territory with a few well-chosen bites?
Being an American is not a trivial thing. We have been richly blessed with vast resources and brilliant minds. What has weakened us in this world today is the hunger for power on all levels and an insatiable greed for all the "fine" things that life can offer.
If one of tiniest creatures in the universe can shoulder a burden; protect his territory and work willingly for the common good of his entire colony. How can we as a nation expect anything less of our own selves?
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.