I Cannot Be Understood In Three Minutes.

History Passes The Final Judgment

I'd Seen My Father. He Was A Poor Man, And I Watched Him Do Astonishing Things.

Far As I Can Tell, I Still Have Most Of My Hair, My Gut Is Not Hanging Over My Belt, And I Still Have All Of My Teeth.

My Father Was A Tomato Farmer. There Is The Phrase That Says He Or She Worked Their Fingers To The Bone, Well, That's My Dad. And He Was A Very Good Man.

I've Learned That I Must Find Positive Outlets For Anger Or It Will Destroy Me. There Is A Certain Anger: It Reaches Such Intensity That To Express It Fully Would Require Homicidal Rage--self Destructive, Destroy The World Rage--and Its Flame Burns Because The World Is So Unjust. I Have To Try To Find A Way To Channel That Anger To The Positive, And The Highest Positive Is Forgiveness.