Piccolo appreciation...

I read this quote that Rebecca James found and I was thinking about it this afternoon while I was vacuuming the upstairs so I am going to share it with all of your eyeballs:

"The Lord did not people the earth with a vibrant orchestra of personalities only to value the piccolos of the world. Every instrument is precious and adds to the complex beauty of the symphony. All of Heavenly Father’s children are different in some degree, yet each has his own beautiful sound that adds depth and richness to the whole." -Joseph B. Wirthland 

I have to be honest.  I don't even know what a piccolo is besides the piccolo pete fireworks that make you cover your ears because they are so shrill. If you too are piccolo ignorant I will post a pic for you:

Ok, now that you've got a fresh piccolo in your brain you can picture a piccolo person.  You know, thin, shrill, with an ear splitting personality.  Then there are the tuba friends in life.  Solid, deep, steady music in your life.  Then you have random drums that spice up your world, some sweet cello personalities, a couple of kazoos, you get the point.  Being out here has only made me realize how much I love the variety.  Evidence A- Georgia Williams (see picture for full appreciation:)

  By far in my favorite top 2 percent of people in our ward.  Last Sunday she colored a large picture of the Savior with magic markers that vaguely resembled Bob Marley and put it up in the relief society and is going to make everyone one for next week.  She has the purest heart and no and I mean not a drop of guile whatsoever.  When I drive her home from church we usually discuss our favorite kind of chicken at KFC and she kisses the top of my head whenever she sees me.  In my social orchestra of friends, she is in her own section and I love it.  
I love variety. I love that we are not all piccolos and how ridiculous it is when we try to be something other than what we are.  If someone was trying to play the tuba like a harp it would be a disaster.  How silly when we sit wishing we were different when we have been sent to be our best us.  Do you think the violins get jealous of the french horns?  I hope not.

In conclusion, I saw these bacon band-aids and I thought they were cool.  They have nothing to do with Georgia, friends, variety, or really anything other than I like this idea.

Wouldn't you rather have one of these the next time you cut yourself shaving? Think about it.  It would be funny if you had a cut on your forehead and everyone though you were walking around with a slab of bacon.  Now that's funny.