Ole,
You have said the truth is your star ... your light ... I think of your statement several times a week. When I drive home at night after visiting my wife in the nursing home ... quite often the stars are out ... your words pop into my mind. When i think of the ugliness of what is going on and even in the skies, your words turn the ugly skies into something worth looking at. I am grateful to you, Ole, for being a star of truth.
