Dallas, our juvenile bull, staged a walk out. Ironically, it was this week. And in all fairness, it was easy and looked like a good idea.
Of course, the grass often looks greener on the other side. And Dallas enjoyed every minute of his protest. However, he also lived to regret it.
Only a short-time later, Dallas became desperate. He longed for the basics of real security. The same security he’d taken for granted. And the same security that had been paid for, by the sacrifices of others.
Now that it was gone, Dallas would pay a price. He had to fight to get back what he’d walked away from. Alas, it was much harder, and far more painful, than a walk out.