Looking for something else, I ran across this the other day:
I keep coming back to it. As I’ve been reading and thinking about great men, this was another aspect of what that might mean to be a truly great man.
On an abstract level, it shows a patience and acceptance of others and an optimism about human nature to which I aspire. On a more literal level, we try to live the words of Christ, but “I was in prison, and ye came unto me” doesn’t get much play for most of us. I need to consider how I can approach this.