By Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There are just two kinds of people on earth today,
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man’s wealth
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for, in life’s little span,
Who puts on airs is not counted a man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift counting years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
No, the two kinds of people on earth I mean
Are the people who lift and the people who lean.
Wherever you go you will find the world’s masses
Are always divided in just these two classes.
And oddly enough you will find, too, I mean,
There’s only one lifter to twenty who lean.
In which class are you?
Are you easing the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road?

Each of us has been given an incredible divine inheritance. All we need to do is to wake up and stop dying a little every day so we may master our own lives.