September 2001, Volume 7, Issue 2   
Commencement and Thoughts for the Coming School Year
Rev. Mark Connolly
Thought for the Month
Crack Those Books
Rev. Raymond K. Petrucci
Saint of the Month
The School Uniform
Krystal Plonski
Earth's Village
A Special Prayer in the Aftermath of Our National Tragedy
Thought for the Month


Youth is not a time of life,


it is a state of mind,
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks,
red lips and supple knees;
it is a matter of the will,
a quality of the imagination,
a vigor of the emotions;
it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means the temperamental predominance of courage over timidity,

of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin,

but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self distrust bows the heart
and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen,
there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next,
and the joy of the game of living.

In the center of your heart and my heart

Smiling Boysthere is a wireless station;
so long as it receives messages of beauty,
hope, cheer, courage
and power from men and from the Infinite,
so long are you young.
When the aerials are down,
and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
and the ice of pessimism,
then you are grown old, even at twenty.
But as long as your aerials are up,
to catch waves of optimism,
there is hope you may die
young at eighty.

- Konosuke Matsushita's favorite poem,
Excerpted from John P. Kotter's Matsushita Leadership

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