Let There Be Light. . .
THIS MORNING IT ARRIVED just like that--I mean the Big Book in braille! The postman placed in my arms four of those six precious volumes, cautioning me to not drop them. Drop them--how could I? This for which I have waited so long! The postman has probably never seen a face like mine, but homely as this "pan" may be, I'm sure he has never seen a smile such as the one that spread over it as I stood clutching the four boxes in my arms. This old face literally beamed, and the "Thank you" I gave him must have been something out of the ordinary in his experience.