Tom Brokaw's words...
At the U of Montana, Mr. Brokaw spoke to the graduating 'class'. I have read this talk several times, and it is just so rich in content for me. Here's a sample: “Let me conclude with a small anecdote rooted in Montana that will be with me for the rest of my life. About five years ago at this time of the year, I was at our ranch between Livingston and Big Timber. The water was high in the West Boulder River and I went to an overlook to check its condition. And out of a grove of aspen down below me emerged a small herd of mother elk, accompanied by their three- and four-week-old calves. They paused for a moment on the sandbar and they looked at me 200 yards away and thought I probably posed no great threat. The water was high and swift, the forebank was loaded with hawthorn bushes, very thick. The cow elk led their offspring into the spring to get across to the greener pastures, and all of them made it except one. That poor calf couldn't get through the hawthorn bushes...