Scientists Dream About Doing Great Things. Engineers

In A Small Polish Farm Community, During The Fall Planting Season Of 1981, Events Occurred Which Electrified The World, Sending Reverberations Of Magnitude To Capitals As Diverse As Washington, Peking And Especially Moscow.

The Master In The Art Of Living Makes Little Distinction Between His Work And His Play, His Labor And His Leisure, His Mind And His Body, His Information And His Recreation, His Love And His Religion. He Hardly Knows Which Is Which. He Simply Pursues His Vision Of Excellence At Whatever He Does, Leaving Others To Decide Whether He Is Working Or Playing. To Him He's Always Doing Both.

No Invader Has Ever Conquered The Heart Of Poland, That Spirit Which Is The Inheritance Of Sons And Daughters, The Private Passion Of Families And The Ancient, Unbreakable Tie To All Those Who Came Before.

Organizations Like The Church Or General Motors Promote A Man Up And Up Until He Reaches A Spot Which He Is Obviously Incapable Of Filling, And There They Lay Him To Rest.

I Think The Bottom Line Is That If You Get Through A Childhood Like Mine, It's Not At All Bad. Obviously, You Come Out A Pretty Tough Turkey, And You Have Had All The Inoculations You Need To Keep You On A Level Keel For The Rest Of Your Life. The Sad Part Is, Most Of Us Don't Come Out.