Why then say life is a riddle and man helpless?
When I became Secretary of Labor, one of the first letters I received was from Mrs.Eli Baldwin whose coal oil I burned shamelessly, studying far into the night.

Mrs.Eli Baldwin wrote from Atlanta, Indiana, where she now lives: "When your roommates complained because your light kept them awake, I knew what you were doing.

I knew that you were studying their problems for them, getting yourself an education so you would know how to get them better wages and better working conditions." This letter pleased me more than I can tell.

This kind old lady, now eighty-two, had faith in me and feels that her faith was justified.

Now, then, can I believe that life is meaningless,--that there is no plan, and that all man's efforts are foredoomed to failure?
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