I lived on the top of one hill and the school was at the top of another hill. Nobody ever went to school by car - we didn't have any cars during the war. So that to and from school was itself a training.
There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.
Jesus died to forgive our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?

