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 sider the immeasurable trasts betweewo lives which it ects. it was the third of march, 1887, three months before i was seven years old.
oernoon of that eventful day, i stood on the porch, dumb, expet. i guessed vaguely from my mothers signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so i went to the door and waited oeps. the afternoon surated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. my fingers lingered almost unsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just e forth to greet the sweet southern spring. i did not know what the future held of marvel or surprise for me. anger and bitterness had preyed upon me tinually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passioruggle.
have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beati for something to happen? i was like that ship before my education began, only i was without pass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how he harbour was. "light! give me light!" was the wordless y soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
i felt approag footsteps, i stretched out my hand as i supposed to my mother. some oook it, and i was caught up and held close in the arms of her who had e to reveal all things to me, and, more than all things else, to love me.
the m after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. the little blind children at the perkins institution had sent it and laura bridgman had dressed it; but i did not know this until afterward.
when i had played with it a little while, miss sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l." i was at oerested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. when i finally succeeded in making the letters correctly i was flushed with childish pleasure and pride. running downstairs to my mother i held up my hand and made the letters for doll. i did not know that i elling a word or even that words existed; i was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. in the days that followed i learo spell in this unprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verb
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