The chaplaincy office at my high school is one of my favourite places in the world. A good friend of mine said once that it was just about the only normal place in our school. By "normal," she meant that in this office, everyone was real. She's right. It screams love in every crevice of that little room.

To add to the comforting atmosphere of that office, a fairly large part of the wall is reserved for this quotation:

Xvxn though my typxwritxr is an old modxl, it works vxry wxll – xxcxpt for onx
kxy. You would think that with all thx othxr kxys functioning propxrly, onx kxy
not working would hardly bx noticxd; but just onx kxy out of whack sxxms to ruin
thx wholx xffort.

You may say to yoursxlf – Wxll, I’m only onx person. I’m not vxry spxcial, so I
won’t makx a diffxrxncx in thx world. No onx will noticx whxthxr I’m hxrx or
not. But that’s not trux bxcausx socixty nxxds participation by xvxry onx to thx
bxst of his or hxr ability.

So, thx nxxt timx you think you arx not important, rxmxmbxr my old typxmritxr.
You arx a special pxrson.

- Author Unknown.