Quenching The Fire

I am listening to a biography of Jay Gould, and the author relates how, in his late teens, he believed there was much to do and little time.

I remember the days when I was 17 and I believed the same thing, measuring out time and service with my hands, wondering what I wanted to say on my deathbed.

I had the fire in my belly, but with work, stigma and help from my family, I was able to quench it.

I guess that leaves me all wet.

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