Thought for the Day 2/6/2026
Friday Tale ~ Love Goes West Love ever gives, Forgives, Outlives. And while it lives It gives. For this is love’s prerogative, To give, and give, and give. Henry P. Crowell was a powerful industrialist on the eastern seaboard of our nation quite a few years ago. At the age of fifty he was diagnosed with tuberculosis. In those days there was no treatment available. The doctors told him he was facing a long and lingering death. He had read about the West—the plains and mountains. He decided he would gather up all he had and take a slow train westward. If he was to die he would die out there on the western prairie surrounded by the mountains. But he never made it all the way to the mountains. As they were passing through one small town the train stopped to take on provisi...