From ” Three Days to See “ by Helen Keller

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she is one of my best writers and because i loved her so much

i want you to share with me one of her favourite thoughts

cause as i read what she wrote i get so deep feelings

and tears blurred my eyes

cause she's so sweet woman, so wonderful, so great

this famous woman who faced three huge obstacles: blindness, deafness

and no ability to speak.Yet wasn’t deterred in the slightest for her

yearning to learn.

I highly recommend to anyone who would like to change his

life for better to see how great she was that girl who battles

the odds to reach her dreams

thank you helen for your sweet and Unforgettable human courage

i love you so much


this is the text, just open your heart and read it carefully and you


would emphasize sharply the values of life.


” Three Days to See

by Helen Keller





Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we

should die to-morrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We

should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which

are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days

and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the

epicurean motto of ‘Eat, drink, and be merry,’ but most people would be chastened

by the certainty of impending death .





In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of

fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more

appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often

been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow

sweetness to everything they do.





Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but

usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death

is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista.

So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.

The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our facilities and senses.

Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie

in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and

hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing

seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all

sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the

same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being

conscious of health until we are ill.





I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind

and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make

him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.

Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I

was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the

woods, and I asked her what she had observed. ‘Nothing in particular,’ she replied. I

might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long

ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.





How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see

nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me

through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly

about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I

touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening

Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and

discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is

revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small

tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool

waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles

or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the

pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams

through my finger tips.





At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much

pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet,

those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which

fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which

have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of

light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of

adding fullness to life.

If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in ‘How to

Use Your Eyes’. The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to

their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake

their dormant and sluggish faculties.

- From ” Three Days to See “ by Helen Keller

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Her writing shows us something new . We could appreciate the blessing of sight if we could injoy every single detail in colours and shapes .

THANKS DEAR jASMINE