I took a stroll through our Exchange District here in Winnipeg today. I thought "if these walls could talk..." more than once as I passed by some aging architecture. I would be sad to see all of the aged and worn pieces of our history replaced with perfectly shaped bricks, void of character and charm.
Seeing age breaking off and crumbling out reminds me that there are those who have gone before me, those who have worked hard and taught much, those who have contributed to my life and living today, even though I've not met them. Thankful.