If I were an animal, I would be an eagle.
Among my activities was membership in the Boy Scouts; I rose each year through the ranks, eventually achieving the rank of Eagle Scout and undertaking leadership roles in the organization.
Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.
I love the water. Everything about it. Smelling the humidity in the air, seeing the mist rise in the morning, feeling the dew-wet grass on my bare feet. I love watching the fish jump and the geese land. We even have an eagle here that circles every so often.
I am also the product of a place called Paint Creek. Doesn't have a zip code. It's too small to be called a town along the rolling plains of Texas. We grew dryland cotton and wheat, and when I wasn't farming or attending Paint Creek Rural School, I was generally over at Troop 48 working on my Eagle Scout award.
The eagle has no fear of adversity. We need to be like the eagle and have a fearless spirit of a conqueror!
I've always believed the greater danger is not aiming too high, but too low, settling for a bogey rather than shooting for an eagle.
As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.
I learnt how to hunt rattlesnakes with an eagle for 'Serena.'
Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.