Receive your personalized business, trade and financial news FREE every day. Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name, and my keys. But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat. A pastor received a box of goodies addressed to his wife and himself from an elderly lady in the church.
Great results are usually evidence of toilsome, exacting labor behind the scenes.
M. Craig Barnes tells the following story and wonderfully illustrates this truth. I was asked to conduct the funeral for a man who had helped develop the famous Boeing 747 aircraft. After the service, I spoke with the widow and commented on how remarkable it was that her late husband had helped build that marvelous machine. She said, 'The truth is, he worked on one little switchbox smaller than a loaf of bread. That's all he worked on for 15 years.