A Fable about Roles
There was this tennis judge whose voice was a slow baritone with timbre enough you could stand a plastic tea-spoon pole-straight upon it.
His called decisions caused frissons throughout that world of sport devotees and never was there complaint from the players either.
His other significant contribution to Community was status as a remarkably religious man. After games, and without bias, he intoned godliness and gospels in mosques and synagogues and churches and temples and startled private gatherings of each and every denomination.
He used his single day of freedom – Wednesdays – to laugh himself tragic from the physical and mental stress he endured in wrenching Success out of this elaborate act. Night-times, he took aspirin to ease his sore throat and painful, red-veined cheeks. For his swollen eyes, he stuck with traditional thick cucumber slices.
Moral:Commitment commands much of the exceptional