Discovering this on my door knob:
left for me by my friend Annika, with whom I led Helping Hands!
This poem by Russian poet Osip Mandelshtam, (1898-1938)
I’ve been given a body – what should I do with it,
So singular and so my own?
For the quiet happiness of breathing and living
Tell me, whom should I thank?
I am the gardener, and I am also the flower,
In the world’s prison, I am not alone.
The windowpane of eternity is already marked by
My breath, my warmth
A pattern is imprinted upon it,
Unrecognizable in recent times
Let the dregs of the moment trickle away
The sweet pattern will not be erased.
And this quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.: