It is Helen Keller who salutes you. You are not familiar with my voice, but my friend Polly Thomson will interpret the belief I have written from my soul.
I choose for my subject, faith wrought into life apart from creed or dogma. By faith, I mean a vision of good one cherishes and the enthusiasm that pushes one to seek its fulfillment, regardless of obstacles. Faith is a dynamic power that breaks the chain of routine, and gives a new, fine turn to old commonplaces. Faith reinvigorates the will, enriches the affections, and awakens a sense of creativeness. Active faith knows no fear, and it is a safeguard to me against cynicism and despair.
After all, faith is not one thing or two or three things. It is an indivisible totality of beliefs that inspire me: Belief in God as infinite goodwill and all-seeing Wisdom, whose everlasting arms sustain me walking on the sea of life. Trust in my fellow men, wonder at their fundamental goodness, and confidence that after this night of sorrow and oppression, they will rise up strong and beautiful in the glory of morning. Reverence for the beauty and preciousness of the earth, and a sense of responsibility to do what I can to make it a habitation of health and plenty for all men. Faith in immortality because it renders less bitter the separation from those I have loved and lost, and because it will free me from unnatural limitations, and unfold still more faculties I have in joyous activity.
Even if my vital spark should be blown out, I believe that I should behave with courageous dignity in the presence of fate, and strive to be a worthy companion of the beautiful, the good, and the true. But fate has its master in the faith of those who surmount it, and limitation has its limits for those who, though disillusioned, live greatly.
It was a terrible blow to my faith when I learned that millions of my fellow creatures must labor all their days for food and shelter, bear the most crushing burdens, and die without having known the joy of living. My security vanished forever, and I have never regained the radiant belief of my young years that earth is a happy home and hearth for the majority of mankind. But faith is a state of mind. The believer is not soon disheartened. If he is turned out of his shelter, he builds up a house that the winds of the earth cannot destroy.
When I think of the suffering and famine, and the continued slaughter of men, my spirit bleeds. But the thought comes to me that, like the little deaf, dumb, and blind child I once was, mankind is growing out of the darkness of ignorance and hate into the light of a brighter day.
As an infant, Helen Keller was struck by a fever that left her deaf and blind. But with the guidance of her teacher Anne Sullivan, she learned to communicate through the eyes and ears of others. After graduating from Radcliffe College, Keller became a renowned author, activist and lecturer.
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Biography Of Helen Keller Essay
Even though Helen Keller died at the age of 87, blind and deaf, she had been an educator. Helen loved and cared for education, and wanted other blind and/ or deaf people to have a chance at one too. Knowing what it was like to be blind and deaf she wanted to help others who were blind and deaf. Most people believe that Helen Keller was born blind and deaf, but she wasn’t. It altered Helen’s life at only 19 months! She had fallen ill, most likely scarlet fever, and never fully recovered, for she had lost almost all of her sight and could no longer hear. A little girl born able to see the beautiful world, yet got it taken from her. She was a hassle to keep up with after that. Since Helen could no longer hear what her parents were saying or see where they were doing or what they were motioning at, she did anything she wanted until she was grabbed. When Helen turned six, in 1886, her mother took her to a specialist doctor in Baltimore, Maryland, who then referred her to Alexander Graham Bell. Alexander gave Helen a teacher named Anne Sullivan. Later in august of 1896 Helen lost her father and 25 years later, Kate Keller, her mother, died from an anonymous illness.
As a child, Helen was difficult, since you couldn’t get her attention without grabbing her, and even then you couldn’t tell her anything. She later quoted, “Once I knew only darkness and stillness. My life was without past or future. But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living"(Khurana). Helen’s courage is unbelievable. It's overwhelming that even though she couldn’t hear, she couldn’t see, she moved, acted, and did her best to make her mark, to show the world that she can do it too.
As Helen grew older she learns to read Braille and lips, to speak, and to recognize words from people writing on her palms. When she turned 14 she entered into the Wright-Humason School for the Deaf, this school was in New York. Two years later she went to high school at the Cambridge School for Young Ladies for 6 years in Massachusetts. In some month of 1900 she enrolled to go to college at Radcliffe College, and 4 years later she graduated as a cum laude. She was the first deafblind person to graduate from Radford college with a bachelors degree.
Most people believed that Helen Keller didn't have a love life, but she did. People told her she wasn't allowed because of her disabilities, but she fell in love anyway. Peter Fagan was his name; he had been her assistant for a while after Anne Sullivan was unable to help Helen. Helen found out that he was in love with her the day he wrote everything that he felt for her on her hand. Since Helen felt the same, they began to “date”. Later Helen went back to her sister’s house, and a few days later received a letter from Peter. It said to be ready and that he is coming. That night they were secretly going to elope, except for one problem, he never showed. It...
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