Children need faith to give them a sense of security. Therefore, they choose to believe. As a child, my parents taught me to believe in the basic decency of those around me, to treat everyone as I would like to be treated. Implicitly, I believed in the essential goodness of those around me. I believed this because I wanted my world to be a friendly one. I grew to adolescence in a small Pennsylvania steel town among Negroes, Poles, Arabs, Slavs, and Italians. My parents were traditional Jews, and the Friday night candles were lighted with unfailing devotion. My school companions of every creed and nationality were struggling for acceptance in our community. By the time I was graduated from high school, recognition for my efforts had come, and I felt secure and confident in the friendship of teachers and townspeople.