I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Mark A. Hetts
I don’t entirely understand it. In fact, I don’t know why my writing appeals to people at all, nor do I want to know. But I want you all to know that the response to my “Mr. HandyPerson” essays [August 1994] has been incredible. Strangers in all parts of the country have sent me some of the most wonderful and heartfelt letters I have ever gotten. One guy sent me two stories he’d written. They provoked gales of laughter when I picked up today’s mail. Laughing with delight is my idea of a good way to start any day.