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But It Does No Good--solves Nothing--to Distance Myself From The Front Lines Of Human Need By Using The Mail As A Safe Shelter. I Believe That Serving The Best Ends Of Humanity Means Getting Out In The Middle Of It Just As It Is, Not Staying Home Writing Checks And Thinking Hopeful Thoughts. The World Does Not Need Tourists Who Ride By In A Bus Clucking Their Tongues. The World As It Is Needs Those Who Will Love It Enough To Change It, With What They Have, Where They Are. And You're Damned Right That's Idealistic. No Apology. When Idealism Goes Into The Trash As Junk Mail, We're Finished.

Wherever And However Any One Of Us May Be Conceived, It Is The Same. We Come Into Being In The Arms Of God.

As One Old Gentleman Put It, " Son, I Don't Care If You're Stark Nekkid And Wear A Bone In Your Nose. If You Kin Fiddle, You're All Right With Me. It's The Music We Make That Counts.

The Kindergarten Children Are Confident In Spirit, Infinite In Resources, And Eager To Learn. Everything Is Still Possible.

Making A Living And Having A Life Are Not The Same Thing. Making A Living And Making A Life That's Worthwhile Are Not The Same Thing. Living The Good Life And Living A Good Life Are Not The Same Thing. A Job Title Doesn't Even Come Close To Answering The Question. "what Do You Do?".