Tribute to a Former Lake Stevens Machinist

Today our inspiration is Dan Pate.    

Dan was 21 years old when he went to ride in a new car his cousin had just bought. The car’s brakes locked on the freeway and it rolled over. Firefighters found Dan with a broken neck, pinned under the vehicle.

Twenty years have passed and Dan’s life is no longer that of a carefree machinist. But he does not complain. He talks about “facing life head on.” His passions are the outdoors, forests, and being kind to people.

The community of Lake Stevens is a better place thanks to Dan.

 

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Favorite Quotation
On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief.

Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.

Can a mother sit and hear.
An infant groan an infant fear?
No no never can it be,
Never never can it be

And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small
Hear the small bird's grief & care
Hear the woes that infants bear

And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infant's tear.

And not sit both night & day.
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

O He gives to us His joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.


— William Blake