John Quincy Adams Tells of his Younger Years as a Diplomat, Son of President John Adams

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My name is Nicholas, though many know me as Nicholas of Bari or Nicholas of Myra. I was born in the 3rd century AD, around 270, in a small town called Patara, in what is now modern-day Turkey. I came into this world blessed with parents who were both devout Christians and well-off financially. They taught me the values of kindness and charity, and those lessons stayed with me my entire life. When I was still a young man, I lost both my parents to illness, and their passing deeply shaped who I would become. I inherited their wealth, but I saw it as a tool to help others, not something to hoard for myself.

As I grew older, I became known for my generosity and my commitment to my faith. There are many stories told about me, and while I don’t like to boast, some of them may help you understand who I was. One of the most well-known tales is about a poor man in my town who had three daughters. He couldn’t afford dowries for them to marry, and without dowries, their future was bleak. One night, under the cover of darkness, I secretly tossed a bag of gold through their window, enough for the eldest daughter to marry. I did the same for the second and third daughters on other nights. I didn’t do it for recognition—I wanted to help, plain and simple. That act of kindness is one of the reasons I’m often associated with gift-giving.

I became a bishop in the town of Myra, and it was a role I took very seriously. I cared for my people and defended our faith, especially during a time when Christians faced persecution under Roman rule. When Emperor Diocletian issued edicts against Christians, I was imprisoned for my beliefs. Those were dark days, but I held onto my faith and my mission. Eventually, I was freed when Emperor Constantine came to power and Christianity began to gain acceptance.

There are other stories that people tell about me—some say I saved sailors caught in a storm, others say I defended the innocent who were wrongly accused. Whether these stories are all true, I can’t say, but they reflect the values I tried to live by: helping those in need, standing up for what’s right, and showing compassion to everyone.

Later in life, I passed away on December 6th, around the year 343. My remains were eventually moved to Bari, in Italy, which is why some call me Nicholas of Bari. Over time, my story grew into legend, and I became known as Saint Nicholas. I’ve heard that my legacy inspired the figure of Santa Claus, which always brings a smile to my face. It’s not about fame or recognition—it’s about spreading kindness, generosity, and hope. That’s what I tried to do in my life, and I hope it inspires you to do the same in yours.

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