When I was 11 years old, Princess Diana participated in the wedding of the century. She was young, beautiful and went from being an ordinary no body to being a Princess with a capital P. She was just perfect for an impressionable young girl to idolize. I loved her sense of style, and her way of looking perfect (not knowing the retinue of stylists and dressers that allowed for the prestige to be revealed) all the time. Her obvious love of her children was to admired, as was her finding herself in charity work. It broke my heart that her marriage ended on such an unhappy note, and that she was able to reinvent herself as time went by. She had an uncanny knack for looking a certain way or turning up for an event at the right time, and getting the headline. It was a devil’s dance with the paparazzi; in the end it lead to her demise.
It was her devotion to helping others that truly inspired me. The fact that she was able to transcend her royal position and get publicity for certain causes, most notably AIDS and land mines, was pure genius. I would like to think she genuinely cared about those causes and was involved for purely philanthropic reasons; not doing it for the column inches.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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