My primary goals to benefit our planet are to teach as many people as possible and to lead and to inspire them by precept and by example into constructive and rewarding opportunities to build and share in adding to the life and success of all.
My favorite poem sums up my feelings very succinctly, so I have repeated for you here:
A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real, Life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal.
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment and not sorrow
Is our destined end or way,
But to act that each tomorrow
Find us further than today.
Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle
In the bivouac of life
Be not like dumb, driven cattle;
Be a hero in the strife.
Trust no future, how'er pleasant.
Let the dead past bury its dead.
Act, act in the living present
Heart within and God o'er head.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints that perhaps another
Sailing o'er life's solemn main
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother
Seeing may take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.