I am reflecting upon my journey to France during the past two weeks. This story came back to me. It is, indeed, a timely reminder:
In a desert land of Arabian horses, an orphaned foal was raised by a family of camels. As the young colt grew, he did everything the camels did. Once he kicked up his heels in a sudden impulse to run, but then only swayed at a lumbering pace, because that's the way camels are supposed to run, aren't they?
After many years of camel life, the Arabian steed grew old and tired. One day, as his weary eyes looked out across a sea of land, he saw a magnificent hor
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