A bed that didn’t fit him

Posted: April 15, 2015 in Uncategorized

Today in 1865 Abraham Lincoln died in a bed that didn’t fit. You know I never thought of it that way. Abraham Lincoln was 6 feet tall and towered over many of his contemporaries of the time. The bed he Lay in while dying was not made to fit his leg he frame. Some of the deeper thinker say that Abraham Lincoln dine in a bed that didn’t fit him was philosophical and analogous. Abraham Lincoln saved the union and the United States but he didn’t fit. He did it fit according to the philosophical because he understood and knew how terrible slavery was so much so that he would engage the United States in a war that pitted brother against brother to prevent the atrocity. I’m not really sure if you were the only one who knew how terrible slavery was, But I do know he was the president who led the nation into and through it’s only Civil War. I do know that he did understand how terrible war was as well as slavery and I know from reading about Lincoln that he loved this country. When you love someone or something and do the right thing by that thing or someone, you may feel like you’re in a bed that doesn’t fit or A place full of people who don’t get you. This can be a very unsettling feeling an outsider an outlier someone who’s just different. My dad always told me that it takes all kinds of people to make the world go round. I really think dad was on the something there and even though you feel and are different maybe you’re not so different. Maybe you’re not so different in knowing the right thing to do, maybe you’re not so different in The desire to do the right thing. Maybe the only difference between you and many of your contemporaries is that you have the bravery to do the right thing by someone or something. Often, doing the right thing can be lonely but At the end of the day doing the right thing is the right thing.

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