Let me offer a few thoughts that were first planted in me by a Religious Studies teacher at university:
If we were meant only to serve ourselves, we would all be born as islands.
Love cannot exist where there is power over, however; love exists for all when we serve one another.
While his words stayed with me, unfortunately, his name did not. But he did inspire me to ask myself: How can I be of service today?
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.