Patty's Daddy, they called the old horse, and each morning he would amble out of the barn and past the water trough and up the hill to a fresh stream of water, where he would drink all the water he would need for the day.
Of course, if he did need more water, he would amble right back up that hill.
The old horse died a number of years ago, and his owner, Bill Speakspanish -- to honor his horse -- took up the practice. He would wake in the morning, and pass though the kitchen long enough to gather his food to take with him. He would then pass through the village park and climb the hill till he came to that same little mountain brook Patty's Daddy once drank from -- a stream where the freshest of water flowed.
And, he would drink his first drink of the day, then sit down to eat his meal.
If he needed more water later in the day, it was back up the hill.
Not all water's the same. If you want the freshest of water, you have to pass by the faucet in your kitchen and the past the fountain in the park. You have to go up where the water is the purest.
But, old Bill Speakspanish took a bigger benefit from going to the mountain stream than just being rewarded with good, fresh water. It was the journey. As he climbed the hill, he would pass through the gentle meadows, and up the picturesque trail. He would listen to the chirping birds, and look back across the peaceful valley at the beauty of the sunrise.
It set the tone for his day, for the peace he gathered from it then saw him through the day.
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