A Couple Of Years I

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.

What You Believe Matters, However. It’s All Anyone Has To Act On. And Since What You Do Is Who You Are, Your Actions Define You. If You Don’t Believe Anything Is True Simply Because You Can’t Logically Prove What’s True, You Won’t Do Anything. You Won’t Be Anything. You’ll End Up Spending Your Life In A Rocking Chair Looking Out At The Horizon Waiting For An Answer That Never Comes. You Might As Well Be Dead. It’s An Old Philosophical Problem.

It's Hard To Know More About A Person's Life Than What That Person Wants You To Know.

If You Are Born Black, It Is Better To Be Born Now Than In Any Other Time In United States History. My Grandson Is Black. His Life Is A Different Life Than If He Had Been Born When I Was Born.

Let The Truth Take Care Of Itself, I Decided. It's Done All Right On Its Own So Far.