I Hate To See A Young Man

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.

Shamefully We Now Learn That Saddam's Torture Chambers Reopened Under New Management, U.s. Management.

There Is No Morality In The Mushroom Cloud. The Black Rain Of Nuclear Ashes Will Fall Alike On The Just And The Unjust. And Then It Will Be Too Late To Wish That We Had Done The Real Work Of This Atomic Age, Which Is To Seek A World That Is Neither Red Nor Dead.

The More Our Feelings Diverge, The More Deeply Felt They Are, The Greater Is Our Obligation To Grant The Sincerity And Essential Decency Of Our Fellow Citizens On The Other Side.

Health Care Is A Right, Not A Privilege.