March 2, 1999

I am not of Buchan’s heroes nor of Shakespeare’s swains

I am not one on whom the world awaits either word or deed

I am not such that kings would seek my favour

I am but a man, unknown, unheard, unseen

I am eluded by fame, unknown by fortune, ignored by glory

I am one who each day fills each day’s demand

I am but a man, husband, father, friend, and teacher

I am nothing more and nothing less than who I am

I am not but one of God’s own sons

I am content