Wednesday, July 28, 2010

IT CAN´T BE DONE

My late hubby was famous for doing what COULDN´T be done. Just try challenging him, and he´d go right ahead and do it. I remember one occasion when he wanted to print and distribute 10,000 tracts, which were going to cost $4000. "$4000!!! No way! We don´t have that kind of money! We can´t do it!" So, he went ahead and did it! One of our CAMers (I forget his name, but not him or his fantastic "radio" voice) helped Ken develop 4 or 5 "spots" to put on radio programs in the States. We went to the U.S. for a few weeks and distributed these spots. The money came in, we printed the tracts, we distributed the tracts. OF COURSE it could be done!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT CAN'T BE DONE??? And that's just ONE occasion! There are so many!

He probably got his IT CAN BE DONE from both his parents, who did all kinds of "COULDN'T BE DONE" projects. Remember the Doodle Bug? An invented and amazingly put together car/truck/tractor/whatever that Grandpa put together and served well on the cherry farm in Traverse City? Remember the cherry shaker? He invented it before anyone else had even thought of it. "Dad, you should patten this. It's fantastic." "Naw, who'd want my old stuff?" SOMEONE, and it wasn't Grandpa, raked in millions for the invention of the cherry shaker. But THAT's another story!

It Couldn't Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, as he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one we know has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That cannot be done, and you'll do it.

1 comment:

Kris Livovich said...

wow. It's like this poem was written about Dad. Especially the bit of a grin! He was an incredible man.

I read your post before I put up mine and it made me smile that we both had poems that made us think of Dad. Love you, Mom!

Oh, and I made a mistake on my post - there is no MAYBE on the cafecito! He DEFINITELY would have one.