If I were a boy again,
I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends
and indeed towards strangers as well.
The smallest courtesy is along the rough roads of life
are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long,
and make the season of ice and snow more endurable.
Finally,
instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life
I would, if I were a boy again,
I would still try harder to make others happy.