Yesterday – a horrible day for everyone everywhere – I sold a copy of IN THE SEVENTH DAY to my delightful neighbor and friend, who has no difficulty recognizing himself as “a dirty ol’ man.” He’s also one of the sweetest, most generous people I’ve ever known. You have a flat tire; he’ll fix it. You need firewood; he’ll give it. You want to come in and have a cry, he’ll listen.
Nowhere in southern Indiana is there anyone as nice as my neighbor. Perhaps this is the lesson for today – that despite evil, sick people, there are also kind, good, relatively healthy people right around the corner or even closer.