Sometimes I think that one could gain a fairly complete education by reading the New York Times obituaries every day, including the paid ones, which are occasionally more striking than the featured ones. Even more, one gains inspiration and, even allowing for the airbrushing and enhancing common to paid obits, renewed faith in human nature. Here is an example. I was so moved by this obituary for Whitney Burnett MacLeod that I sent a contribution to the Center for the Victims of Torture in her memory. I suppose I see her somewhat as a woman like myself; WASP, family name for first name, wife and mother, devotee of the arts. I also see her as a woman I might have aspired to be: born New Yorker, tireless community leader, opera singer, supporter of the Harlem School for the Arts, humanitarian, mentor to youth, incredibly adventurous and courageous even when cancer was catching up with her. And, withal, devoted to the West End Collegiate Church in NYC.