Of the Toughness

To be sure, these days have been difficult for myself and all of my mates. But as you Americans say, when the tough gets going, that going becomes even tougher.

And as a Mallorcan, I have been forged in the heat of this toughness! It was on that sun-kissed island that I perceived the following while lounging on the beach. A beggar with his hands out had slogged through the hot sand to approach a grandmother.

“Please, señora,” the poor man pleaded. “I haven't eaten all day.”

“Good,” said the grandmother. “Now you won't have to worry about cramps when you go for a swim.”


Rudy foto from the Oregonian.

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