Dear Mr. President,
I wouldn't want your job, so I commend you. There's a lot of unsavory things going on in the world right now, so I appreciate your potential commitment and devotion. Whoever you may be, I truly hope that you realize that we breathe the same air. The trees that I look at today can be the same one my grandchildren will look at. The air that you breathe today is the same air that your grandchildren will breathe. We share this world. It's something to cherish, not exploit. The dirt is not a resource but something to be inherited by our children.
Sincerely,
Craig Ainsworth, Whichita
