The unselfish effort to bring cheer to others will be the beginning of a happier life for ourselves.
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
What do I consider a teacher should be? One who breathes life into knowledge so that it takes new form in progress and civilization.