I Think. I Really Do.

            I think about important things. I really do. The meaning of life. God. (or no God?) The war in Afghanistan. The Federal budget. The race for governor in Maryland. The creepy mayor of D.C.—pick one. Poverty and how to eradicate it.

            But most of my brain power goes to my loved ones. Son and daughter. Equally, of course. Friends. Special friends. Students. Colleagues.

            Is this why I will always be average, never extraordinary? Do bigger people only think about bigger things and never about the issues of everyday life?

            How does one get to be Nelson Mandela in life?