How important is ateacher to you? Does yourteacher reach out to you inwhatever way he or shecan?
Helen KellerHelen Adams Keller(June 27, 1880 –June 1, 1968) was anAmerican author,political activist,and lecturer. Shewas the first deafblind person to earna Bachelor of Artsdegree.
She was born inTuscumbia, Alabamaon 27th June, 1880.Her father, ArthurH. Keller, was theeditor for the NorthAlabamian, and hadfought in theConfederate Armyduring the AmericanCivil War
At 19 months she suffered "anacute congestion of the stomachand brain (probably scarlet fever)which left her deaf and blind. Helenwas a very bright child. She becamevery frustrated because shecouldnt talk. She became veryangry and began to throw tempertantrums. The family knew they hadto do something to help her.
The most important day sheremember in all her life is theone on which her teacher, AnneMansfield Sullivan, came to her.She was filled with wonderwhen she consider theimmeasurable contrastsbetween the two lives which itconnects.
On the afternoon of thateventful day, she stood on theporch, wondering, expectant andshe guessed that somethingunusual was about to happen, soshe went to the door and waitedon the steps. She did not knowwhat future held of marvel orsurprise for her.
She was like the ship at sea ina dense fog, when it seemed asif darkness shut you in, and youwaited with beating heart forsomething to happen. ”Light!Give me light!” was thewordless cry of her soul, andthe light of love shone. Shefelt approaching footsteps.
The morning after herteacher came, she lead herinto her room and gave her adoll. Miss Sullivan slowlyspelled into her hand theword “ d-o-l-l.” She was atonce interested in this fingerplay and tried to imitate it.
In the days that followed,she learned to spell in thisuncomprehending way a greatmany words. But her teacherhad been with her severalweeks before she understoodthat everything has a name.
Earlier in the day they had atussle over the words “m-u-g”and “w-a-t-e-r.” Miss Sullivanhad tried to impress upon herthat “m-u-g” is mug and that “w-a-t-e-r” is water, but shepersisted in confounding thetwo. She became impatient ather repeated attempts.
In the still, dark world inwhich she lived there was nostrong sentiment ortenderness. She felt herteacher sweep the fragmentsto one side of the heart, andshe had a sense ofsatisfaction that the causeof her discomfort removed.
They walked down the path tothe well-house, attracted by thehoneysuckle with which it wascovered. Someone was drawingwater and her teacher placedher hand under the spout. As thecool stream gushed over onehand she spelled into the otherword water, first slowly, thenrapidly.
Suddenly Helen felt a mistyconsciousness as of somethingforgotten-a thrill of returningthought; and somehow mysteryof language was revealed to her.She knew that “w-a-t-e-r”meant the wonderful coolsomething that was flowing overher hand.
The living world awaken hersoul, gave it light, hope, joy setit free! She left the well-houseeager to learn. Everything had aname, and each name gave birthto a new thought. As theyreturned to the house everyobject which she touchedseemed to quiver with life.
I learned a great manywords that day. I do notremember what they allwere; but I do know thatmother, father, sister,teacher were among them-words that were to make theworld blossom to me.
Everything has its wonders,even darkness and silence, and Ilearn, whatever state I may be in,therein to be content. Helen Keller