Article November 14, 1994 ISSUE

The real joy of life

Joan Sieber Ware

One day I was enjoying a walk around the edge of one of the endless cornfields that surround the area where I live. Soon the way became impassable because of the thick growth of briars, weeds, and thorns, so I moved inside the field and walked between two rows of corn.

Now, this corn was tall, well over my head, and the rows had grown together so that there was just barely room for my shoulders. Turning to the right or left was out of the question! I had no choice but to walk straight ahead where that corn had been planted.

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