“Clouds of geese floated out of autumn’s sky and settled onto morning’s pond. Engulfed in this winged majesty, an aged man hobbled to the lake’s edge, reached into a bag, and threw handfuls of corn to the hungry masses. Watching for a moment, he paused and then hobbled away. And I thought, “Never think that you are too old to feed a hungry world, and never think that it’s not hungry.”