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Home Sweet Home

Always great to work at a local venue as I did last night at Basildon…….on many levels. Not only does it mean that I don’t have any problem understanding the accents (nor does the audience have any trouble with my cockney) but it means that I can sleep in my own bed after the show. I can assure you that there is nothing glamorous about a different hotel room every night.


It also gave me the chance to have a leisurely day before the demonstration and the chance to read the newspaper. Browsing through the Daily Mail, I was interested to read some of the serialisation of a new book, “The Map of Heaven” by Dr Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon who explores the mysteries of the afterlife and the truth about what lies beyond.  Dr Alexander was convinced out of body experiences and all things mediumistic were hallucinations until he went into a coma himself and has had what he now believes to be a glimpse of heaven.

Eben Alexander


It’s always exciting when such eminent scientists (especially from Harvard Medical School) have to eat their words and admit what most of us know to be true.

The adaptation in the paper was very interesting.


Ode to Kath

A widower who lost his wife to Alzheimer's 72 years after their first kiss has touched hearts across Britain by penning a moving poem in her memory, which was published in the Daily Mail earlier this week.

Bob Lowe met his wife, Kath, in 1937 and they married just after the war in 1946.

Bob, 93, from Barton-on-Sea in Hampshire, described the deep loneliness he has felt since his wife Kath died three years ago in his work ‘Ode to Kath’. 




I am alone, now I know it's true

There was a time when we were two

Those were the days when we would chat

Doing little jobs of this and that

We'd go to the shops and select our meals

But now I'm one I know how it feels

To try and cook or have meals on wheels

The rooms are empty there's not a sound

Sometimes I'm lost and wander round

To look for jobs that I can do

To bring back the days when we were two

When darkness falls and curtains drawn

That's when I feel most forlorn

But I must be honest and tell the truth

I'm not quite alone and here's the proof

Because beside me in her chair

She quietly waits our time to share

Kath said to me some time ago

Darling when the time comes for us to go

Let's mix our ashes and be together

So we can snuggle up for ever and ever.


Bob is now a community champion for The Silver Line, a helpline for older people suffering from loneliness, which was started by Esther Rantzen.



Planting a Seed

A successful businessman was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.

Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.

He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you." The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued,” I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Every day, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.

By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed.

Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however he just kept watering and fertilising the soil - he so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.

Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened.

Jim felt sick to his stomach; it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room.

When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful - in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!

When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.

Jim just tried to hide at the back. "My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!"

All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!"

When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed, Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "This is your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim!"

 Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed.

"How could he be the new CEO?" the others said.

Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today.

But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.

All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you.

Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it.

Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!"

* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective* If you plant hard work, you will reap success* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

Think about this for a minute.

If I happened to show up on your door step crying, would you care?

If I called you and asked you to pick me up because something happened, would you come?

If I had one day left to live my life, would you be part of that last day?

If I needed a shoulder to cry on, would you give me yours?

Do you know what the relationship is between your two eyes?

They blink together, they move together, they cry together, they see things together, and they sleep together, but they never see each other; that's what friendship is. Your aspiration is your motivation, your motivation is your belief, your belief is your peace, your peace is your target and life is like hard core torture without it!

Sunny Hunny!

After a day of blustery winds, clouds and showers we were really happy when the weather started to improve as we reached the North Norfolk coast, in the late afternoon.

Hunstanton, known affectionately as 'Sunny Hunny'  is the only resort on the East coast of England that actually faces West!

This results in the most beautiful sunsets over The Wash, the golden rays of the sun reflecting on the sea, like a 'highway to heaven'.

This was the view that we had last night as dusk fell.


Sunset Hunstanton

A lovely evening with the kind people of Hunstanton. Thank you.

We are not alone.

I thought you may be interested in an article that I found on the internet by American Rob Bell. I really agree with the sentiment and whatever your belief, Angels remind us that we’re not alone.

“One Sunday morning in 1999, I had just finished giving a sermon at the church where I was pastoring when a woman walked up to me and said she had a story to tell me. She said she'd found out that week that her husband had been cheating on her for a number of years and that he was leaving her. She was devastated, and that morning had decided she would go to a church service. She drove to our church building, parked her car and then sat there, exhausted, overwhelmed, saying to herself, "I don't have the strength to even get out of the car and go in there."

Just then, she heard a knock on her window. She looked up to see a parking lot attendant in an orange vest smiling at her. She rolled down her window and the man asked her if he could help her into the building. She agreed, and as they walked he talked about how sometimes you don't even have "the strength to get out of the car and go in there."

After the service, she went outside to thank the man for his kindness and extraordinary timing. She couldn't find him. She then found the person in charge of all the parking lot attendants and told him who she was looking for, giving a physical description. He told her nobody who fit that description was working that morning...

So who was he? An angel?

Recently, I was at a dinner party and someone said something about angels and we started telling stories like the one I just told. You've heard these kinds of stories, right? Usually they revolve around someone in need who gets help at just the right time, in just the right way, and when they go to find the person to thank him or her, the person can't be located...

Now, here's the interesting part: These weren't overtly religious people telling the stories at that dinner party; and yet, none of them discounted the possibility that there are angelic beings that give aid and help to people in need. Their stories didn't surprise me because, as a pastor for more than 20 years, I've heard countless stories like these from people from all walks of life.

Haven't we moved on from these sorts of myths and fairy tales? Or, are there truths in these stories we should be paying attention to? In other words: Do angels exist? Or are they fictional beings we've created to make ourselves feel better? Does it matter? And why do we find stories like these so fascinating?

We're still telling stories about angels for a number of reasons, reasons that I believe matter...

faith hope etc

Stories about angels remind us we're not alone.

For literally thousands of years, across almost every religion and worldview, you'll find narratives about spiritual beings who work to help us. I know that, for some, the idea of angels exists somewhere between UFOs and the Loch Ness Monster, but to insist that there are no other conscious beings anywhere else in all of creation is too limiting and narrow, isn't it? Who knows who is out there? What we do know is that human beings continue to have fascinating experiences that are very difficult to explain beyond being open to the existence of spiritual, disembodied beings that interact within our space and time.


Listen to the Whispers

Your body and soul know what they want and need.

Listen to the whispers.

They come at the strangest times but almost always at the quietest times.

Follow them. Trust them. 

Love them and thank them for guiding you.



“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile.”



William Cullen Bryant 1794 - 1878

American poet

100 Poems To See You Through

I came across a great book the other day by Daisy Goodwin, "100 POEMS TO SEE YOU THROUGH".

Daisy Goodwin

It's just full of inspirational, thought-provoking, uplifting and reassuring pieces for all of life's ups and downs. Lots of verses that may be helpful to many of you in all kinds of situations.

Most importantly, all proceeds from the book go to the 'Maggie's Centres' charity

Also, if you are anywhere near the British Library tonight (15th September),  you may still be quick enough to get tickets to the poetry reading event for the book.



Feeling Positive

Over the last few weeks I've done a lot less demonstrations of mediumship but have spent more time concentrating on teaching groups. I've recently returned from a week in the USA at the Omega Institute where we were looking at trance development. The vast majority of the students had never tackled trance before so it was something of a leap of faith for them. The wonderful thing about this was that they had no expectations and, more important, no limitations of what they were able to achieve. Hence we had the most amazing time.

We were able to Trance Dance, Spirit Walk and experience wonderful meditations within the altered state. We invited our guardians and guides close to us, in fact so close that the whole atmosphere of the room changed as we invoked their presence.

I was lucky enough to enjoy meditation in The Sanctuary, which is a beautifully constructed building situated on the hill. It’s one of the few places I have ever been where the silence is so profound that it’s almost noisy.

Closing my eyes and surrendering to all that the Other World wanted to offer, I can honestly say that I felt some major stuff and personal breakthroughs.


 sanctuary omega


I’m feeling very positive and quite changed. Happy days!

MS Society in Scotland


We had a great reception from all the people we met in Scotland last week. Thank you all so much!

Whilst we were there we had the privilege of meeting some fund-raisers from the MS Society; around 100,000 people in the UK suffer from this debilitating condition.

Stuart Rose, an active supporter and volunteer who fund-raises in aid of the MS Society in Scotland, was awarded the title of 'MS Society Young Person of the Year' for all his fund-raising achievements.

Stuart (who is really struggling with his MS at present unfortunately) is now less than £70 away from raising £26,000 (including gift aid) for the MS Society via ‘justgiving’.

On behalf of the 10,500 people in Scotland who suffer from MS, I sincerely thank you for inviting us to host the bucket collection after the event in Inverness.

We collected a phenomenal £286 which will fund in excess of 5 hour’s research into a cure!

Stuart’s (very proud) Mum wrote:

 “It was a pleasure to meet you both at Eden Court and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the difference this has made.”

The pleasure was ours and we all join together in sending out healing thoughts.

healing thoughts


Bonnie Scotland


I've really enjoyed spending my brief moments of free time catching up with the Commonwealth Games.

Scotland were terrific hosts.

Glasgow 2014

An occasion like this brings out the patriot in most of us and it makes me really proud to be British. I know it’s not the forum to get political, but I truly hope that Scotland don’t go their own way.

In a wee while, at the end of August, I will be working in Inverness, Livingston and Alloa and hope to see all you bonnie lads and lassies there!

Slàinte mhath!




Friends are the pillars on your porch.

Pillars night

Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's just enough to know that they are standing by.   


Author Unknown


Travelling back from Edinburgh on the train yesterday, in the Quiet Coach, I started off annoyed at the loud voice of the student chatting so noisily on her mobile phone.

But as I listened to what she was saying - how excited she was to land her first job, to get in to concerts for FREE, to put posters on the walls of her new rented apartment - I took a minute to remember what that excitement of youth actually felt like.



 It may have just inspired me to get some of that giddiness back in my life.

 It occurred to me that ‘eavesdropping’ is, to my mind, a crucial life skill, and one that might lead to learning even more crucial life skills.

Over the span of a train journey, I have learned how to detect a gas leak, check for skin cancer or how do drink whisky without getting drunk, —potential lifesavers, all!



Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Centre, Edinburgh

It has been a treat as always to work with James Van Praagh this week. We’ve been teaching and demonstrating at The Arthur Conan Doyle Centre in Edinburgh and I urge anybody within commuting distance to make an effort to get here. It’s wonderful for Scotland to have such a prestigious Spiritual Home.




Even though the Commonwealth Games are being held in Glasgow, everybody in the shops and restaurants up here in Edinburgh has been talking about the country’s sporting prowess. I wish all the competitors every best wish in achieving their personal best. From one who has difficulty lasting longer than 10 minutes on a treadmill and who was never a first choice in my school sports teams, I’m full of admiration for the athletes’ talent and determination.

Soul Midwives

I was flicking through the August edition of Soul and Spirit today (for which I write a regular column) when I came across an interesting article on the Soul Midwife movement.

Soul Midwives provide holistic and spiritual companions to anyone at the end of life to ease the passing of the dying and to ensure that their death is a dignified and peaceful experience.

How wonderful that such a facility can be available for those who could be alone or for those whose families need support in their grief.

It is a very interesting concept.


Nelson Mandela


Born 18th July 1918, died 5th December 2013

Nelson Mandela was one of the most influential men of our time who touched the hearts and souls of many, especially the oppressed and those fighting oppression.

His life was an inspiration to everyone the world over; a man not afraid to stand up for all that he believed in – democracy, equality and education for everyone.


“What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.”


“People must learn to hate and if they can learn to hate they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”


“Education is the most powerful weapon which we can use to change the world.”


Wise words from an amazing individual. Thank you so much.

Tears of Joy



Tears of Joy

For this single Mum the last few years had been hard – a messy divorce, several house moves, Asperger’s and ADHD diagnoses for her sons.

Despite the hardships, Friday night ‘dinners’ are a tradition she keeps faithfully.

On a Friday night out at  a local pizza restaurant her kids were loud and acting up so she apologised to a fellow diner. He told her not to worry; he had three kids of his own and could relate.

When the young man left the restaurant the woman found out that the stranger had not only paid for her family’s dinner and left them a gift card, but he also wrote her a heartfelt note including the following:

“I do not know your back story, but I have had the privilege of watching you parent your children for the past 30 minutes. I have to say thank you for parenting your children in such a loving manner.

I have watched you teach your children about the importance of respect, education, proper manners, communication, self-control and kindness, all while being very patient. I will never cross your path again but I am positive that you and your children will have amazing futures.

Keep up the good work and, when it starts to get tough, do not forget that others may be watching and will need the encouragement of seeing a good family being raised. God bless!


The mother and waitress were filled with tears of joy. As you should be too now – am I right?


Busy night in Cranleigh!


My demonstration at Cranleigh Arts Centre on Friday 27 th June was an intimate gathering. I enjoy these evenings every bit as much as demonstrating to a much larger audience. My journey from home had taken me through the glorious rolling countryside of the Surrey Hills, along the most beautiful country lanes and I arrived at the venue feeling full of the joy that doing my work affords me.

 Chantries Sunset Winter


Despite the theatre having problems with the sound system, I was able to give much and varied evidence of survival but I must say that the names of those in the spirit world played a very big part in my demonstration that evening.


All manner of names came tumbling into my awareness and all were accepted by the relevant recipients. There was Peggy, Elizabeth, Jack, Charlie, Irene, Andrew, Violet, Stan, Margaret, Joe, Pat, Ellen, Bill, Joy, Alex, John, Sally, Tina, Thelma, Brian, Sue, Bert, Cyril and Sylvia! One family even had three members called Tony! At times it felt as if the whole spirit world had come to call. It can make the contact seem so very real if you are able, as a medium, to give the actual name of a loved one. I became aware of one spirit lady's name when I saw in my mind's eye, a statue of Molly Malone. The lady's name was indeed Molly!


The evening was also significant for the number of animals that came through. A cream Alsatian/Labrador made his presence felt, as did a Golden Retriever and a number of Black Labradors, all of which belonged to people in the audience. A tortoiseshell cat also came through for the sister of one audience member. I brought through one spirit contact who had been reunited with her beloved horses in the spirit world, while one lady was able to accept references to a pug dog and some frogs!


It was lovely for me to be able to demonstrate that, not only do our loved ones and relatives pass into the spirit world, but the animals we have loved, do so too.

Cliffs Pavilion, Southend-on-Sea, Tuesday 24th June at 8 p.m.

I am really looking forward to my visit to the Cliffs Pavilion in sunny Southend-on Sea tomorrow (Tuesday 24th). It’s always a bit special when I do a show so close to home; I know there will be many familiar faces, old friends and new and I won’t have a problem with the local accent, I can chat about Rossi’s and the Kursaal and everyone will understand!

Let’s hope that no-one has too many sherbets in the bar beforehand this time. We like you all to be merry but not actually at the shouting and falling over stage.

The weather man says that the sun will be shining too, so we can all get our legs out and top up that tan!


Tuesday 24th June – Cliffs Pavilion, Southend-on-Sea at 8 p.m.

Be there or be square!

Blaenau Gwent

I enjoyed my time in Blaenau Gwent this week, not least because of the beautiful scenery on the journey over. With the sun shining at this time of the year, there are few better places in the country to be.


The messages were very colourful that evening and I particularly enjoyed what I thought to be a moment of inexplicable random madness. Whilst giving a very descriptive message, I suddenly felt compelled to say "The Queen of Hearts and Tarts" which had absolutely no relevance to any other information I had been giving.


My recipient loved it however as ‘The Queen of Hearts’ had been the name of the pub that her brother had owned and she remembered fondly the sociable evening they had when all the guests were dressed as tarts!


Perhaps not so random at all and a good exercise to explain to my students that they should not doubt the information they receive from the Spirit World, however bizarre.

Tony on the Airwaves


Last month Tony gave an interview to Terry Sullivan of 'The Sticks', a digital radio station and online magazine, which covers Hertfordshire, Bedfordshire and Buckinghamshire.

This was a prequel to a very enjoyable evening at the Gordon Craig Theatre in Stevenage on 4th June.


The article can be read online via:  or you can listen to the interview by clicking on the triangle below!




Cancelled Show 9th June – High Wycombe

We understand that, following the unfortunate cancellation of Tony's show at the Arts4Every1 Centre in High Wycombe, some people are having problems getting a refund from the venue.

All tickets were sold through the venue, and any refunds can only be through Arts4Every1.

Contact details for the theatre, regarding refunds are:

DAVID QUINTON - 07926 002047  or e-mail:  or the ticket office on 01494 445517 

If you encounter any problems please e-mail us on:


Lincoln Magic


Many of you who have read my last book, 'Walking With Angels', will know that I have always had a fascination with Lincoln and whenever I am in the area I take every opportunity to visit the Cathedral and Castle.


Yesterday was no exception and I spent a wonderful afternoon of contemplation in the cloisters in preparation for last night's demonstration at The Drill Hall. I think it was time well spent (and I hope the audience felt the same way too), as the show was a good one, full of strong evidence, laughter and happy reminiscing.

I look forward to returning to Lincoln in 2015. 

Redhill Evening with ‘Arfur’


I spent a very enjoyable evening last Thursday working at the Harlequin Theatre in Redhill, Surrey. There was a lovely audience there whose energy helped make the evening an enjoyable one for all who came. At the start of a demonstration I always ask the audience to give a round of applause, not for me, but to increase the energy in the room and to help their loved ones draw close. The contacts that came through were many and varied and I gave around 13 contacts in all.

Sometimes the spirit world come through simply because they can. They want to be here with us to let us know that they have survived.

Like the young man who was simply known to a member of the audience as a sensitive soul who had passed instantaneously and unintentionally, at a train track. He simply needed to gather close. He had been particularly close to his mother and the member of the audience promised to pass on to her, proof of his survival.

Sometimes people from the spirit realm come through with a particular message. There was a 74 year old man who came through for a much-adored member of the audience. He simply wanted to say that he knew he had heard her talking to photos of him earlier that day, and to keep chatting! He reminded everyone that his favourite food was a pork chop. A woman came through for a young lady in the audience to say that she will be at her wedding next month! I knew as I worked with this spirit contact that there would be something significant for the young lady in the near future, involving butterflies. I was also made aware that she would have a daughter and that their bond would be a historic one in the sense that they were bound to each other spiritually, through previous lives.


A much-loved and much-missed grandmother who had been like a second mother, came through for another member of the audience, to dry his tears as he had had an upsetting week. She asked him to play a musical box of hers, and to remember her. And to squeeze the ragdoll that she left behind so that she will know that he needs her. She wanted too, to say “I have never forgotten you and I love you.”

Those of you who have seen me work before will know that I often ask towards the end of a demonstration whether anyone in the audience has a photograph of a loved one that they would like me to work with. I worked with two photographs, each for very different contacts. One was a young lady who had had a belief in the afterlife and who had promised to come back and let people know if it was true. Riding a bicycle had been a goal of hers during the illness that took her to the spirit world, and as she connected with me, I saw her riding that bicycle in the spirit world. The other was a ‘working man’s club’ type of man who had been a fan of Arthur Mullard. It was my feeling as I worked, that he had indeed brought Arthur Mullard with him to my demonstration!

It was a humorous moment on which to finish what had been a lovely evening full of special moments and some laughter too.


What is a ‘good reading’?


What is a good reading?

It’s one that communicates a fact, touches the heart and leaves the recipient a changed person for having heard it.

Heart sky

Maya Angelou


Maya Angelou    April 4th 1928 - May 28th 2014


Deeply saddened to have heard that Maya Angelou has died. She has been an inspiration to me and many others for a long time.

I have used her wise words in my teachings for many years and suggest that you look at the many wonderful clips to be found on YouTube.




 " I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Maya Angelou


Bee yourself!


We wanted to share this beautiful shot of a bee, taken by our good friend Rosey Moore just a few days ago.

Bee aura 2 (2)

Just lovely; a sign of a wonderful Summer to follow.....we hope!

Thanks, Rosey!

The Star Thrower

The Star Thrower

There's a story I would like to share with you. It was inspired by the writing of Loren Eiseley. Loren was a very special person because he combined the best of two cultures. He was a scientist and a poet. From those two perspectives, he wrote insightfully and beautifully about the world and our role in it.

Once upon a time, there was a wise man, much like Eiseley himself, who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had the habit of walking along the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore; as he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day, so he began to walk faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead, he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.

As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing Starfish into the ocean."

"I guess I should have asked; why are you throwing Starfish into the ocean?"

"The sun is up and the tide is going out and if I don't throw them in they'll die."

"But young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and Starfish all along it, you can't possibly make a difference!"

The young man listened politely, then bent down, picked up another Starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves. "It made a difference for that one."

His response surprised the man, he was upset, he didn't know how to reply, so instead he turned away and walked back to the cottage to begin his writings.

All day long as he wrote, the image of that young man haunted him; he tried to ignore it, but the vision persisted. Finally, late in the afternoon, he realized that he the scientist, he the poet, had missed the essential nature of the young man's actions. Because he realized that what the young man was doing was choosing not to be an observer in the universe and watch it pass by, but was choosing to be an actor in the universe and make a difference. He was embarrassed.

That night he went to bed, troubled. When morning came, he awoke knowing that he had to do something; so he got up, put on his clothes, went to the beach and found the young man; and with him spent the rest of the morning throwing Starfish into the ocean.

Starfish 2

You see, what the young man's actions represent is something that is special in each and every one of us. We have all been gifted with the ability to make a difference. And if we can, like the young man, become aware of that gift, we gain through the strength of our vision the power to shape the future.

And that is your challenge, and that is my challenge. We must find our Starfish, and if we throw our stars wisely and well, I have no question that the 21st century is going to be a wonderful place.

Vision without action is merely a dream
Action without vision just passes time
Vision with action can change the world