It is not our wealth that makes us whole.
It is our memories that make us wealthy.
And the smallest bits of golden memories that this good life gives us are that are precious cannot be purchased, cannot be sold, cannot be foreclosed upon, cannot be taken away.
In our adolescence as a country we have made a worship of individualism, and broken our hearts on its empty promises.
So, today, if you find your pocket empty, fill it with someone else's hand.
To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King, to serve only takes a willing heart.
Service isn't sacrifice. Service isn't communism. Service ranges the spectrum from simple kindness to giving your life willingly for another. It's a wide spectrum. We can all find a place for ourselves somewhere in there.
Personally, i thank god for stevie wonder every day.
Sometimes service is just finding our passion and sharing it.
There are many reasons to do something, and profit may well be the least of them.
Work, with passion, at work.
Live, with passion, at life.
And you'll never be poor.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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