Monday, 26 April 2010


With election fever all around us and talk of change everywhere I found this on my office wall:

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamt of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sight somewhat and decided to only change my country.

But it, too, seemed immovable.

As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only may family, those closest to me, but alas they would have none of it.

And now I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realise: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.

From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country, and who knows, I may even have changed the world.

From the inscription on the crypt of an Anglican Bishop in Westminister Abbey

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