Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all. But thou knowest Lord, I want a few friends left at the end. Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they are increasing and my love of rehearsing the is becoming sweeter as the years go by. Give me wings to get to the point. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible fro me to be mistaken. Keep my mind from the recital of the endless details. Help me extract all possible fun out of life. There are so many funny things around us; I don't want to miss any of them. Amen. New Year's Prayer by Eric Sevareid