January 15, 2004
With this group of people, I am my best self—the version that I want to be, and of which I often fall short at other times. With them, I believe in myself; I believe their enthusiasm for my ideas; I believe I am capable, my accomplishments limited only by my dreams. We have in common nothing, necessarily, except this Academy, which we attended, or which we now serve, or for some, both. It defines us in some way so fundamental as to be invisible to anyone outside. It now shelters my memory, not my body, yet it is home.