Read this. Now.

[neadods]

No, I'm not comparing us to saints. We're too sweaty and grimy and crabby and pissed off for that. We have all the flaws you can imagine, but we have dreams, too. The most durable of them is the one where we imagine that we and our devotion matter, that we can accomplish something good through something flawed. It's not a perfect world we live in by any means. Someone, somewhere, some time, has to fight. There's no such thing as Utopia. But here's the thing... we pray for some things, too.

Please God, do not let me have been used to serve someone's hatred.

Please God, do not let me have been led by fear into someone else's folly;

Please God, do not let me have been naive in my trust:

Please God, do not let me have harmed the innocent;

Please God, do not let me have killed the innocent: