No man or woman of the humblest sort can really be strong, gentle and good, without the world being better for it, without somebody being helped and comforted by the very existence of that goodness.

Coming back to your native land after an absence of many years is a surprisingly unsettling business, a little like waking from a long coma. Time, you discover, has wrought changes that leave you feeling mildly foolish and out of touch.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

I&#39;m a crack shot and I&#39;ve won medals for shooting. But I don&#39;t think I could shoot a person.

Written By Gene Vincent

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