To be read by my future biographer only

Volunteering at the Children's Burn Unit is a difficult task. I try my best to keep the kids in good spirits, but really, they've had a hard row and I don't think my antics are helping. I arrived today wearing a fuzzy red nose and ridiculously long shoes. The children were unimpressed as Patch Adams had been there the day before and he was quite a bit funnier than I. I was chagrined as I walked home, but still sure to pick up any litter I saw on the way. I fretted that I was unequal to the task of helping these unfortunate souls. Well, kids, don't fret. I'll be back tomorrow.