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