Greg Maxwell

Things are never the way they seem.

Some shoot for the stars, some fly among them.

The Maxwell’s have a Patent of Nobility and our Coat of Arms.

William Thatcher was born to a poor roof thatcher in Cheapside, London, young William is sent away by his father at age nine to train as a squire for a knight named Sir Ector. Inspired by his father’s advice to “change his stars,” William adopts the fake noble identity of Sir Ulrich von Liechtenstein to compete in professional jousting.

Is taking such a chance ever wise? We must seize our fleeting moments. Even if it means showing mercy to the King of England. This is not a character flaw, but it is grace. Grace never forgets.

Some say wisdom can be an Albatross. In this instance Wisdom is the Albatross. She is an egg laying mother who is still flying as of this writing. She is 74 years old. They are lonely birds who mate for life, (unless they lose a partner) or three. What do Wisdom and Thatcher have in common?

They wake up for a new tomorrow and they either accept, or change their circumstances. I am sure Wisdom had to navigate many literal storms. William knew his worth, and that good company is better than trudging.