I'm reading The Story of My Life by Helen Keller, and I was touched by this paragraph. Of her teacher, Annie Sullivan, she writes:
"My teacher is so near to me that I scarcely think of myself apart from her. How much of my delight in all beautiful things is innate, and how much is due to her influence, I can never tell. I feel that her being is inseparable from my own, and that the footsteps of my life are in hers. All the best of me belongs to her - there is not a talent, or an aspiration or a joy in me that has not been awakened by her loving touch."
I am quite unaware of my dependency on another Teacher - and I hope I will be able to express the same type of gratitude and understanding and love.
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2 comments:
that's really beautiful (:
roberta, i'm glad we're new friends!!
love, stacey
me, too. and where did eustace come from? (i think i figured out part of it...as i was typing :P)
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