stories. Through them, I traveled. They expanded, educated me. Gradually I grew to test action and attitude by the yardstick of friendship. I came to believe the big question to ask myself was, “Is this friendly or unfriendly.” If it was friendly, go ahead. If unfriendly, stop.
Through friends—and these friends were sometimes horses, burros, dogs, and cats—I grew up from being an oversensitive child into faith, faith that there were plenty of decent people who wished me well, whom I could love and serve, and who might in turn love and help me. My sense of inferiority lost its hurting edge. It now became a benefit, a spur to study and effort.