Dad, I'm In Some Trouble. There's Been

My Father Lifted Me Up In His Strong Gentle Arms And Said Something I Will Never Forget. He Said, "i Know You Can Do It. There Is Nothing That You Can't Do. We're Going To Climb That Hill Together Even If It Takes Us All Day." And At Age 12 Losing Your Leg Pretty Much Seems Like The End Of The World. But As I Climbed Onto His Back And We Flew Down The Hill That Day, I Knew He Was Right. I Knew I Was Going To Be Ok. You See, My Father Taught Me That Even Our Most Profound Losses Are Survivable. And It Is What We Do With That Loss - Our Ability To Transform It Into A Positive Event.

Ur Struggle Is Not With Some Monarch Named George Who Inherited The Crown - Although It Often Seems That Way.

I Hope For An America Where No President, No Public Official, No Individual Will Ever Be Deemed A Greater Or Lesser American Because Of Religious Doubt - Or Religious Belief.

From The Windows Of My Office In Boston ... I Can See The Golden Stairs From Boston Harbor Where All Eight Of My Great-grandparents Set Foot On This Great Land For The First Time. That Immigrant Spirit Of Limitless Possibility Animates America Even Today.

Floating Screw - That's What People Used To Call Me.