You looked at a stuffed bear and saw a brotherhood festival, full of games and rides and inspired music.  An empty bowl was a reminder  of  empty stomachs and you saw a food program where mothers with their young, hungry children would receive desperately needed food with dignity. You walked through a gutted building and saw a machinist training program where hopeless, jobless men and women would realize their potentials. You lit a candle and saw a human soul. 

Happy birthday, Bill.  I turned to you many times in my life and you were always there for me.  You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.  You challenged me to embrace life.  Your laughter, your tears, and your unrelenting faith have marked me forever.