Lesson 10 * People who reshape their lives

Lesson 10 *

People who reshape their lives

Helen Keller

The day my teacher, Anne Sullivan, came to my home was one of the most important days of my life. It was March 3, 1887, when I was six years and nine months old. I can't help but look back on a life that was so different before and since, and I can't help but sigh.

That afternoon, I stood silently in the hallway. From my mother's gestures and the way my family was in a hurry, I guessed that something unusual was going to happen. So I walked quietly to the door and stood on the steps, waiting. The afternoon sun shone through the honeysuckle leaves that covered the balcony and shone on my upturned face. My fingers twisted the leaves and stroked the blossoms that were ready for the southern spring. I didn't know what miracles would happen in the future, and I was tired after weeks of anger and anguish.

Friend, have you ever sailed through a fog, steering a large boat in a foggy, nervous state, slowly and cautiously toward the other side? Your heart is pounding, fearing the unexpected. Before I was educated, I was like a ship in the fog, without a compass or a detector, with no way to know that the harbor was very close. My heart cried out silently, "Light! Light! Give me the light!" At that very moment, the light of love shone on me.

I felt footsteps coming toward me, and thinking it was my mother, I immediately reached out my hands. A person took my hand and held me tightly in her arms. I seemed to feel that she was the one who had come to reveal to me the truths of the world and to give me deep love, Annie Sullivan.

The next morning, Ms. Sullivan took me to her room and gave me a doll. I later learned that it had been given to me by a student at Perkins who had been blinded into the school. The dress was hand-sewn by the elderly Lola. After I played with the doll for a while, Miss Sullivan took my hand and slowly spelled the word "DOLL" on the palm of her hand, an act that got me interested in finger play and imitated drawing on her hand. When I finally spelled the word correctly, I was so proud and happy that my face turned red and I immediately ran downstairs to find my mother and show her the spelling. I didn't know that this was writing, or even that there was such a thing as writing in the world. I was just copying Sullivan's movements. From then on, I learned to spell "pin," "cup," and "sit" and "stand" in this unintelligible way. "SfAND, and WALK. I learned that everything in the world has its own name only after my teacher taught me for a few weeks.

One day, Miss Sullivan gave me a new, bigger doll and put the original doll on my lap and spelled the word "DOLL" on my hand, telling me that the big doll was called "DOLL" as well as the little one. ".

This morning, Ms. Sullivan and I had an argument about the words "cup" and "water". She wanted me to understand that "cup" is "cup" and "water" is "water", but I confused the two. "Cup" is also "water" and "water" is also "cup". She had no choice but to drop the issue for the time being and practice the word "DOL [,]" for the rag doll again. I was so impatient that I grabbed the new doll and slammed it to the ground, shattering it and feeling especially happy. I was neither ashamed nor remorseful for this tantrum; I had no love for the doll. In my silent and dark world, there was no tenderness or sympathy. Miss Sullivan swept the poor doll's rags to the stove and handed me my hat, and I knew it was time to go outside into the warm sunlight again.

We walked along the path to the well house, where the honeysuckle blooming on the roof was fragrant. Ms. Sullivan put one of my hands under the spout and a cool stream of water ran over it. She spelled "WN" - "water" - on my other hand, slowly at first, then more quickly the second time. I stood quietly, watching her finger movements. Suddenly, it dawned on me that a magical feeling was stirring in my mind, and I understood the mystery of words and the word "water" was this cool and wonderful thing that was flowing through my hands.

Water awakened my soul and gave me light, hope, joy and freedom. The experience of the well house gave me the desire to know. Ah! Everything in the universe had a name, and each name inspired me to think in a new way. I began to see everything with new eyes. When I came back to the house, everything I touched seemed to have a life. I remembered the doll I had broken, fumbled around to the stove, picked up the pieces and tried to put them together, but I couldn't. When I thought about what I had just done, I was so remorseful that my eyes filled with tears for the first time in my life.

That day, I learned many words, such as "father" (FATHER), "mother" (MUYHIi:II), "sister" (SISYIIR), "teacher" (TISYIIR), and "teacher" (TEAHER), etc. These words made the whole world become flowery and beautiful in front of me. I remember that beautiful night when I was lying alone in bed, my heart full of joy, hoping for a new day to come soon. Ah! Is there a happier child in the world than me?