The wheel – is the symbol of Rotary.
It’s a cog working at every turn, joining with other cogs to create something – to make a difference. But I like to think that it’s also the face of a compass – its cogs symbolizing every direction where people from every land join at its center. We are a mosaic, a patchwork quilt, a painting.
Our club is exactly that mosaic. We come from other lands, speak different languages, practice different faiths, but it is our drive to help others that cements us.
Last week we were a shining example of this. Many of us gathered at a home – the center of families, to thank the previous officers and board members then, install the next leadership team. Over food from numerous countries and the opportunity to speak of things outside of Rotary, we personify the melting pot of this country. Many of us are here because our parents or grandparents survived terrible wrongs across the globe and found a new home here. And there are a few of us who have found ourselves here more recently because of persecutions that still exists in our modern world.
So like a wheel on the family’s station wagon on a road trip, we are on a journey of service and getting to know our Rotary family on the way.
I’ll start the song - join me … “the wheels on the bus go….”