A farmer sat on his front porch with his old hound dog lying at his feet. A stranger walked up to ask directions. As the farmer talked, the old hound would moan and cry. The stranger asked, “Why is your dog crying?” The farmer said, “He’s sitting on a nail.” “Then why doesn’t he move?” asked the stranger. “It doesn’t hurt bad enough yet,” said the farmer.
We’ve each got our own nail that we’re sitting on. There’s a change that we each need to make that would make things better. For most of us, we won’t make that change until the pain finally forces us to. What a shame we don’t just do it today.