Teachers Inspire The Smallest Hearts To Grow

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.

When I Begin A Story At My Desk, The Window To My Back, The Path Is Not There. As I Start To Walk, I Make The Path.

Teachers Inspire The Smallest Hearts To Grow Big Enough To Change The World.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

A Year And A Half After The End Of The War And The German Occupation, Paris Was Muted And Looked Bruised And Forlorn. Everywhere I Went, I Sensed The Tracks Of The Wolf That Had Tried To Devour The City. But Paris Proved Inedible, As It Had Been Ever Since Its Tribal Beginnings On An Island In The Seine, The Ile De La Cité.