I am perfect when, at six years old, I write on the wall with my new crayons and run in a mud puddle with my new shoes.
I am perfect when, at sixteen years old, I want to change the world, cry out for peace and freedom, and challenge the authorities
I am perfect when, at thirty-six years old, I volunteer as coach for the middle school Girls softball team, I camp out with my son and his boy-scout group, I donate blood occasionally. When I try to be the best I can be, seeking God guidance every day. When I obey the good laws, and involve myself in trying to change what I feel are inadequate or bad laws.
I am perfect when, at forty-six years old, I cry within my soul for the suffering of humankind, I have no hate in my heart for evil, but I hope that even It, someday will feel love and compassion.