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- 4 Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone. The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love us, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love you - with a genuine love that forgives and forgets... a love that forgives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beach ... with a love that forgets and lifts up its heads and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance. This is brotherhood... anything less is not worthy of the name. I have spoken. JUST FOR FUN (Reader's Digest) - A bureaucrat was hiking when he came upon a shepherd tending a large flock. The bureaucrat took a fancy to the sheep and asked the shepherd, "If I can guess how many there are, may I have one?" The shepherd thought it unlikely the man would guess the exact number, so he agreed. "You have 287 sheep," the bureaucrat guessed. The shepherd was astonished, since this was exactly right.' "Can I pick up my sheep now?" asked the bureaucrat. The shepherd grudgingly gave his permission. Selecting one, the bureaucrat slung it over his shoulders to carry home. The shepherd got an idea. "If I guess your occupation," he said, "may I have my sheep back?" The bureaucrat was surprised, but figured there was little chance of the shepherd guessing correctly, so he went along. "You're a bureaucrat," announced the shepherd. Amazed, the bureaucrat asked, "How did you know?" The shepherd replied, "Put the dog down and we'll talk about it." Sitting at home one afternoon, a retired doctor and his wife decided to call another couple to see what they were doing. "Oh," said the other wife, "we're just having a cup of coffee and talking." The doctor's wife hung up the phone "Why dont we ever do that?" she demanded. "They're just drinking coffee and talking." "So." said the doctor, "make us a pot of coffee." Soon they sat with their freshly-brewed coffee, staring at each other. "Call them back," he directed, "and find out what they're talking about." (International Express) The Daily Poem, written on a window by Aaron Hill. Tender-handed stroke a nettle And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle And it soft as silk remains T i s the same with common natures; Use them kindly, they rebel; but be rough as nutmeg graters And the rogues obey you well. Laughter is contagious ... start an epidemic (Quotations to cheer you up) (And please don't forget to renew your membership, if it's your turn) Tony Scammell Editor