A new lesson
In early September, nearly 500 elementary schoolchildren sat cross-legged on the gymnasium/multi-purpose room floor, all listening intently to what I had to say. I recounted my early years of poverty and deprivation and my later ones of living in my car — how I’d prayed to God for strength and courage and how…
Sometimes, while speaking of the many goals I’ve still set for myself, I feel as if I could leap right out of my own skin! While talking to my Team, I’ve been known to rise from my chair, grinning from ear to ear, my voice growing louder and my enthusiasm filling the room.
We who were children growing up during the 1960s and 1970s never imagined that those decades would someday be perceived as a relatively innocent time. Yet when we compare then with now, so many differences form a virtual parade of oxymorons and character deficits.