Man is supposed to be an intelligent species, yet we keep polluting. We seem to want to wipe ourselves right off the earth, and no one is doing anything about it. That bothers me. Everyone seems to have given up hope on trying. I haven’t. It isn’t easy and it isn’t supposed to be, but I’m accomplishing something. How many people give up a lot to do something good? I’m sure we would have found a cure for cancer twenty years ago if we had really tried.

Somewhere the hurting must stop. I am determined to take myself to the limit for this cause.

I got satisfaction out of doing things that were difficult. It was an incredible feeling. The pain was there, but the pain didn’t matter. But that’s all a lot of people could see; they couldn’t see the good that I was getting out of it myself.

I think of the world and what’s going on. Because man’s gone through history with so much death, killing, stealing, I don’t think man can do it on his own. It’s obvious what’s going to happen on this earth unless man changes. I, for one, need something to grab on to, to hold on to.