Last night I watched a news program intending to explain the circumstances leading to the terrorist attacks of September 2001. As I watched the program I learned several things, but more importantly – I was inspired. I was inspired by possibilities. I was inspired by the seemingly credible hope that better things may be possible. I was grateful for this, but I was also jealous. Here was someone with a gift, a real gift. He has been blessed with the ability to teach and to inspire. It’s not so much that he can make some difference in the world, but that he can make a difference in individual’s lives. I do believe that everyone can make a difference, even me. However, his gift is not mine. No matter how much I want to enrich the lives of others, I won’t have the same success. It’s silly, it’s futile, and it’s not productive, but I feel a little smaller as a result.