That one agonizing emotion stands out in an intensity, fore the details of that unimaginable hour haunted me for years. The keen impressions of the faces, my Grandmother's placid smile, and my sickening recoil from what represented at that moment an indescribable ugliness.
Remembrances from the interminable years of childhood are out of all proportion to their importance. Agitated, excited, the horror of that moment was an actuality that for years made me shrink at its poignant recollection. There was tumult and recoil in my hurt soul and a deepened consciousness of the defaced realities of the flesh. It remained a tragic situation until I grew scornful of myself, could see the humour of the scene, and could laugh and declare that the grief was forgotten.
Foundations may be so deeply set that until some violent shock stirs us, and we are suddenly hurled into a whirl of feeling strong as the strong storms that sweep the sea, we never realize the power that lies within.
But I have progressed in ways small and great since then, and utilized in measure as the years mounted whatever inspiration or recognized instruction appealed to a nature like mine. I have not known degeneration of energy, or lack of activity in attempts to accomplish things desired, or to induce growth by doing certain things for others well and quickly.