The Day My World Changed Forever: A Learning and Love Mission.
Most important day of my life: my teacher Anne Mansfield Sullivan arrived. Three months prior to my seventh birthday, it was March 3, 1887. For me, that day started a new life full of love, relationships, and mercy.
The Arrival of a Constant Guide I Learn to Speak English Narrative for Class 7
The coming of a lifelong counselor.
Rather optimistic for the front porch, I rise for the afternoon of that eventful day. Feeling the rhythms of nearby steps, I arrived at my mother hopefully. Rather, someone's hand seized me and drew me softly into the embrace of the person who was to absolutely alter my life. Miss Sullivan had shown me how to appreciate myself most of all and had introduced me to the world.
First Lesson: Spark of Understanding
The next morning after she arrived, Miss Sullivan took me to her room and presented me with a doll. She spelled the term "dol" carefully into my hand while I played with it. This finger work grabbed me right away, and I tried to mimic the motions. At last, when I got the letters right, I was overwhelmed with pride and happiness. Downstairs I ran to my mother, lifted my hand, and spelled brilliantly "doll." &
The Struggle and the Advance
Still, not all courses were simple. Miss Sullivan attempted to clarify that "mug" was one thing and "water" was another, but her several tries made me angry. Ultimately, one day we argued on the terms "mug" and "water. I grabbed the new doll and threw it to the ground in exasperation.
Drawn by the lovely smell of honeysuckle covering it, we later headed to the wellhouse. Miss Sullivan put my hand under the spout; someone was drawing water. She wrote the term "water" on the other side as the cool water poured down one hand. At that point, something amazing took place. Suddenly, I got clear and exhilarating knowledge. Everything had a name, I said, and so the mystery of language started to be clear to me.
That morning I gathered quite a bit more. Though I can't recall all of them, I know the names were "Mother," "Father," and "Sister." Each word brought me rather nearer to the outside planet that so far I had only felt by touch and sound. Miss Sullivan had somewhat opened a door into a world of cooperation and interaction.
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