Doesn’t life feel good:
 
When you see for the fourth first-time
A babe that had been hidden
From your view for nine months;

When you re-grasp the wisdoms in motherhood
And, after honoring mother and father,
Go on to fame the praise of a thrill
Which men will never know;
 
When you seize into wet working hands
The artful colors on the bundle of crunchy papers
That your walking learners bring home day by day;
 
When you stand in the privilege of teacher,
And you can taste the suffering
That silently springs up from down-pursed lips
In a child’s repentance for ungraceful deeds;
 
When you work in human care-giving,
Maturing little wraiths and innocent ill-ones
Back to wiggly wellness and beyond;
Doesn’t life feel good?
 
And when the presence here on earth concludes;
When you receive from Hands of Life
That special mother’s reward,
        —Blessed down—
To those who have traveled the mother’s way,
It is hoped that you will think back on all the whens
And, with only a smile and a sweet in the eye, say:
Doesn’t life really feel good?

—Dumas fils

As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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