I was seven years old, and had just entered the second grade. It was the worst day of school, because all my friends from the previous grade, were in another class. When the school bell rang for lunch recess, all the students bolted, but I didn't move. I wasn't interested in having lunch, so I remained in class. While I was there in class, I noticed that my new teacher had her head on the …
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…is very beautiful, and as a child I wanted it. I wanted it because its words knew no vile. Its voice spoke no corruption. It was the opposite of violence, profanity, and pain. It had no bitterness or evil intention. Its foundation is embedded in love and truth. Its destiny is good hope and life-everlasting. Every child deserves this legacy of prayer, and I am truly greatful that my teacher has given it to me.