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"Gamaliel reflected before answering. Go on how? Speaking for fear of silence, loving for fear of solitude, or exile, or death; go on stumbling and recovering? Go on knocking on doors that open too soon or too late? Was that what life was about? A matter of trudging on the long, hard road, and acting as guides to those who follow us? 'Correction,' Gamaliel said at last. ' Go on is not the right choice of words. I believe there are better ones.' 'Have you found them?' 'Yes.' 'What are they?' 'Begin again.' They were silent, watching and marveling at the sun as, after a moment's hesitation, it continued to rise, illuminating the houses of the rich and the poor, the valleys and the mountains, warming the wounded hearts of the uprooted." (Wiesel, 300)

Hmm, have you ever adopted a foreign child to whom the US government would not issue a visa? What happens in that kind of a situation? This is a reality for many Nepali children who remain stranded in Nepal. Click here to view a blog about this situation and a link to a petition to request that these adopted children be granted visas.

"With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts." ~Heman Melville

"conscious repentance followed by unconscious holiness" ~Chambers

. . . if only accompanied by snow. clothed in two layers of bottoms and three layers of tops, including a down jacket, i declare war on the cold. the crunching hoarfrost entertains my feet. the stream runs swiftly under ice, reminding me life continues under the icy chill cloaking the Northeast.

No, he was not going anywhere, at least not yet. Everything in its own time. He couldn't abandon him home, his wife, Alika, the mother of his children, his "parents," his "brother," his "uncle" the memories of his "grandfather." But how is one to live inside quotation marks? (Wiesel, 173) The years go by and leave moments like scars., Angst and hope persevere in their tireless struggle. (Wiesel, 175) But he knows that, if you believe the old sages, when a just man dies, God weeps and makes the heavens weep. And their cries reverberate in the immensity of the ocean. Then it is given to His children to gather the hearts from the starts in order to water the heart of the orphan, forever open, in spite of everything, to an impossible joy, always searching for a reunion, at long last, with his real departed parents, who were not characters in a play. (Wiesel, 178)

I am tired of writing cover letters. I am becoming more proficient in the practice and have even considered starting a business of applying to jobs for people while they actually enjoy their time off. I am pretty sure I can get it down to a science: 1. Request soft versions of writing samples from applicants, sorting them to identify specific key words and phrases common to the applicant. 2. Write two to three form cover letters, based upon areas of career interest. 3. Similarly, mock up two to three CVs to accompany aforementioned letters. 4. Begin submitting applications, following up, and communicating progress to applicants. On the other hand, I'd probably tire of writing cover letters for someone else so I guess I'll just stick to my own for now.