There have been times in my life, back in my younger days, when I allowed myself to be poisoned with hate for all the injustice I was witnessing. While it was good to be motivated to actively work to stop such things, I finally realized that hate is as much a disease and every bit as unhealthy for me as any disease found in a medical book.

I still work on behalf of social justice issues, but I long ago vowed never to give in to hate, again. I doubt I'll be remembered for much when I die, but if someone can say of me that she made the world a better place for the love and warmth she added, I will consider my life a success. The only cure for hate is love. That much I do know.