"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:
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.