To be a saint is a full-time job, and I admit that I?m already otherwise gainly employed.  Thus, to those I?ve offended on purpose or not, to those I?ve slighted in ways large and small, I apologize.  The lady whose fish-print dress I snickered at, the homeless beggar I pretended to ignore, the child whose lollipop I stole, to you and you and you, most of all, I submit my remorseful regret.  If these humble notes do not satisfy the anger and shame and distress I might have caused, please excuse a simple working man who, to the saints, must one day make amends.