I Lived," Dor Said, "but I Was

It's Like Going Back To Being A Child Again. Someone To Bathe You. Someone To Lift You. Someone To Wipe You. We All Know How To Be A Child. It's Inside All Of Us. For Me, It's Just Remembering How To Enjoy It.

In A Newspaper, You Only Have So Much Room. It Teaches You The Value Of Getting To The Point, Of Not Pampering Yourself With Your Glorious Writing. I've Always Been Much More Interested In One Powerful Sentence That Stays With You. That's My Style.

And In That Line Now Was A Whiskered Old Man, With A Linen Cap And A Crooked Nose, Who Waited In A Place Called The Stardust Band Shell To Share His Part Of The Secret Of Heaven: That Each Affects The Other And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

Have You Ever Really Had A Teacher? One Who Saw You As A Raw But Precious Thing, A Jewel That, With Wisdom, Could Be Polished To A Proud Shine?

I Used To Be A Classic Workaholic, And After Seeing How Little Work And Career Really Mean When You Reach The End Of Your Life, I Put A New Emphasis On Things I Believe Count More. These Things Include: Family, Friends, Being Part Of A Community, And Appreciating The Little Joys Of The Average Day.