Strange how swiftly the year went. You remember what you were then. You know what you are now, somehow you have changed, you're different. Sometimes distinctly, sometimes vaguely, but always different. Always an individual.
An anonymous author put it well: I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I ought to do. And what I ought to do, by God's grace, I will do.
