My Life - Bill Clinton

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Bill Clinton
My Life


To my mother, who gave me a love of life
To Hillary, who gave me a life of love
To Chelsea, who gave joy and meaning to it all
And to the memory of my grandfather,
who taught me to look up to people others looked down on,
because we’re not so different after all

W hen I was a young man just out of law school and eager to get on with my life, on a
whim I briefly put aside my reading preference for fiction and history and bought one of
those how-to books: How to Get Control of Your Time and Your Life, by Alan Lakein.
The book’s main point was the necessity of listing short-, medium-, and long-term life
goals, then categorizing them in order of their importance, with the A group being the

most important, the B group next, and the C the last, then listing under each goal specific
activities designed to achieve them. I still have that paperback book, now almost thirty
years old. And I’m sure I have that old list somewhere buried in my papers, though I
can’t find it. However, I do remember the A list. I wanted to be a good man, have a good
marriage and children, have good friends, make a successful political life, and write a
great book.
Whether I’m a good man is, of course, for God to judge. I know that I am not as good
as my strongest supporters believe or as I hope to become, nor as bad as my harshest
critics assert. I have been graced beyond measure by my family life with Hillary and
Chelsea. Like all families’ lives, ours is not perfect, but it has been wonderful. Its flaws,
as all the world knows, are mostly mine, and its continuing promise is grounded in their
love. No person I know ever had more or better friends. Indeed, a strong case can be
made that I rose to the presidency on the shoulders of my personal friends, the now
legendary FOBs.
My life in politics was a joy. I loved campaigns and I loved governing. I always tried
to keep things moving in the right direction, to give more people a chance to live their
dreams, to lift people’s spirits, and to bring them together. That’s the way I kept score.
As for the great book, who knows? It sure is a good story.

E arly on the morning of August 19, 1946, I was born under a clear sky after a violent
summer storm to a widowed mother in the Julia Chester Hospital in Hope, a town of
about six thousand in southwest Arkansas, thirty-three miles east of the Texas border at
Texarkana. My mother named me William Jefferson Blyth...
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