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Each day I look at pictures of people dying from man’s inhumanity to man, of war and hunger.
Why is it we think we can be at peace when others are not?
A very young participant in our “What One Person Can Do” conversation recently developed a truly spectacular “purpose-in-life” statement. It reminded me that we never know when or where the most important conversation in the world will take place.
I wonder what we can do to access much more effectively the brilliance contained in so many people who are sometimes very quiet?
A few nights ago I saw a story about an Air Force pilot from WWII whose body was found after being missing for sixty-four years.
I wonder why death sometimes seems to produce more fear and sadness than gratitude for life?