In the family album I barely saved from the recent flood in my basement is a fading photograph of a younger me – grinning wildly into the camera, eyes closed tightly, tousled hair, sunlit sky, future unknown, and I remember the mantra in my head that is always there to this day, “Be Happy.” It was the early 70’s and I was hopeful. I was into Transcendental Meditation, my generation’s wonderful music and feeling cool. Even though the news was grim, I was determined to make a difference and spread light to those who need it.