When I Made a F in College English I first knew I could write when I made a F in college English. The assignment was to write a story about our own lives. I wrote about my grandmother. When I went to see my teacher and learn my grade, she said I made a F. She said I had copied the story out of a book. I said I hadn’t. "No freshman writes that well," she said. I couldn’t convince her otherwise, and she didn’t change my grade. But I left her office feeling like I had just won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Now comes the Internet! From my computer in my home, I am in instant and inexpensive contact with people everywhere. On my web page (www.hatebusters.com) I can describe my books and ask for orders. But web surfers need to know about my web page in order to read about my books. Here is where I need your help. I am asking everyone in my Email address book to please pass along this message to those in your address book. And if you could add a line or two saying that you know me, I would be forever grateful. The proceeds from sales of my books go to support the work of HateBusters. By passing this message to your friends, you are helping HateBusters to reduce the hate in our communities, our country and the world. As Man of LaMancha opens, Don Quixote is an old man. His brains have dried up from reading too much about man’s inhumanity to man. But instead of surrender, Don Quixote mounts a crusade. I’m now an old man. I’ve taught race relations and fought for a fairer world for decades. For almost 20 years I’ve lived with what the doctor who diagnosed me calls a "damnable disease." I left my college in 1995 to mount my own crusade. I call it HateBusters. Mayors, governors, presidents, ministers, rabbis and school children have invited me to come and help them. I never say no. I charge no fees. I went looking for goodness in people one summer. I rode my bicycle, alone and without money, from Disney World to Disneyland, by way of Seattle. Along the way I told people about the Human Family Reunion, and I met the people who are the heart and soul of this country. In China by bicycle they gave me a name, "Ai Hua," means "Loves China." I have a Chinese grand daughter. Ride my bike. Bust hate. Go everywhere. Write it all down. Many books now I’ve written. Those who read them, love them. But it’s all been done on back channels. On a small scale. I taught in a small college. I published my own books. Now I’m ready for prime time. Over 500 hundred people I asked for a sandwich, a glass of water or a bed for the night on my cross-country solo bike ride. No one said no. "Audacious Asking," I call what I learned to practice. "Have a bold and noble mission. Ask for exactly what I need and know that the one I ask cannot say no." It’s that simple. And that powerful. I come now to ask you to buy my books. Take a chance. I just might be the Grandpa Moses of the print medium. Or I could be a no-talent wannabe. Only one way to find out.   Here are the titles. Counterpoint: Life beyond a Damnable Disease How To Like People Who Are not Like You Hey, Bicycle Rider—Don’t Worry about That Dumb Dog Pedalin’ Pilgrim--Alone and without Money across America A Fairy Tale—Phillip of Sapphire College and Those Who Could not Hate Ridin’ Bikes and Bustin’ Hate—Stories to Warm Hearts and Make Heroes Thinkin’ and Livin’ by Bicycle HateBusters—Who We Are and What We Do Runner