The most important day I remember in all mylife is the one on which my teacher, AnneMansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filledwith wonder when I consider the immeasurablecontrast between the two lives which it con-ne...The most important day I remember in all mylife is the one on which my teacher, AnneMansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filledwith wonder when I consider the immeasurablecontrast between the two lives which it con-nects. It was the third of March, 1887, threemonths before I was seven years old. On the afternoon of that eventful day, Istood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I gues-展开更多
文摘The most important day I remember in all mylife is the one on which my teacher, AnneMansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filledwith wonder when I consider the immeasurablecontrast between the two lives which it con-nects. It was the third of March, 1887, threemonths before I was seven years old. On the afternoon of that eventful day, Istood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I gues-
