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My legs were killing me. I had walked the entire length of a good sized concourse at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport . I needed surgery. Sitting down felt terrific. Walking toward me was a bright-faced, young woman in her twenties with a child no more than five with the unmistakable hair of a person with cancer, undergoing or having just completed chemotherapy. In an instant, I could no longer feel the pain in my legs.
I wonder if perspective ever becomes automatic?
Eight years later, I can tell you it does when I am awake.
A recent advertisement announces that we can now insure our pets as well as the passengers who ride in our cars.
I wonder why we have not decided to insure the poorest of our children?
What would Jesus do?
What would Allah do?
What would the Buddha do?
What would God do? Continue Reading →

