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Relatively early on Christmas morning, I drove the three hours from central Maine to Dorchester, just south of Boston, where Joy lives. The entire ride I was aware of an unusual courteousness on the roads. People were signaling, not cutting people off. I wondered whether it was my imagination. Turns out it was not, others noticed the phenomenon. By that evening, the driving and the drivers were back to normal.
I wonder why, if we are able to do something for a few hours, and we are,
we choose not to do it for a few lifetimes?
“…harness the genius of our citizens not for making weapons, but for building better communications, curing disease, combating hunger and exploring the heavens.”
– William Jefferson Clinton
I wonder how long it will take before we create a Department of Peace in every country in the world?
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. – Martin Luther King, Jr.
To what street will I attend today, this hour, this minute?
