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Show Thi 2 OMeue . . . Latin-American Journalist Traces His Life Line, Finds Ends in God's Hands For many years a correspondent for Mexican papers in New York, writer Antonio Iglesias reveals his personal creed. This is one of a series of statements prepared for broadcast by thinking, useful I people in all walks of life. By Antonio Iglesias Author, Correspondent for Mexican Newspapers. Being a cripple from birth, a professional journalist, and a writer by vocation, I have asked j myself countjess times: "What lean I give to my fellow men, 'from the distillation of my own i personal experience, that can be ja real help to them in these our times of troubles, of insecurity inse-curity and fear, of doubt and anguish?" It think it was Paul Elmer More who wrote that, in this storm-tossed world in which we 'have to live, a man's ideals are his life-line. How true this has been of my ideals! For whenever when-ever I have clung to them with the hopeful desperation of a shipwrecked sailor they have carried me to safety through raging winds and over angry I waves. And I now realize that' my life-line always holds because its strands are everlasting, and because its two ends are securely secure-ly fastened to the very rock of the Eternal. What I mean' is that my eager search for the truth, my fervant love for beauty, and my reverence for goodness have, time and time again, super-humanly super-humanly saved me from the recurrent re-current wish to die, from the devastations of sorrow, from the sharp pains and the dull aches of the body, from the dreary desolations of loneliness, from the humiliations of defeat, from the terrors of possible failure, from faithless despair, from sloth, from moral indifference. I Time and time again I have been lifted up, clear out of a seemingly unendurable situation, situa-tion, either by the laborous and fascinating accumulation of data for the eventual verification or rejection of one of my conjee- Hires, or by the sudden illumination illumin-ation lighted within my consciousness con-sciousness by a far-reaching phi-, phi-, losophical conclusion, or by the flames of beauty flashed upon my inner eyes by a sunset, or by one or two lines of poetry aglow with heaven-lit fire, or by "the sublime fragrance" that emanates from the performance of a noble deed. I do not know for certain what I live for. Only God knows that. But, on the other hand, viewing my life in the long perspective per-spective of the years, I have learned, from the indubitable certainty of reiterated intimate experiences, that whatever fragments frag-ments of truth, beauty and goodness good-ness I have been able to reach, have fed and strengthened my soul as milk, bread and meat have periodically fed and strengthened my physical organism. or-ganism. And, because of what seems to be their supernatural energies, truth, beauty and goodness good-ness repeatedly and mysteriously mysterious-ly have sustained and carried me forward into a more abundant abun-dant life, even in the midst of the most threatening conditions and unpromising circumstances. Thus the three tightly-twisted strands of my life line have carried me safely through the storms, the strains, and the stresses of a life that has now-lasted now-lasted nearly half a century in a world full of troubles and tribulations. For their tensile strength has no parallel in this disintegrating world of matter, their endurance is greater than that of the whole universe, and their two ends, believe me, are in the hands of God. |
