World Peace Might Be a Stretch, but Kindness Is Within Reach

Well, I wish you all a very Merrie Christmas from Prague, knowing full well that less than a third of the world is Christian. Never mind that, I have Muslim and Hindu friends as well and even a Buddhist or two thrown in to season the pot. If you hear my voice or read my writing, you are a friend of mine. If not, you are just a friend I do not yet know.

Those of us who are not already at one another’s throats, hope for peace.

From hopeful beauty-contest entrants to politicians seeking office, it’s quite the fashion to murmur a word or two in favor of world peace. I’m in favor of that and quite sure you are as well, but every mother who has lost a son is ahead of us in line. The arc of history is bending slowly in that direction.

And yet kindness is everywhere within our reach.

 Only needing to be picked up, no uniforms or marching-bands required to spread this precious commodity.

I once ran out of gas, on my motorcycle in the midst of a western desert between Vail, Colorado and San Francisc…