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We will meet with some scribbles in the old books. The readers expressed their deep impression, enshrined their memories in, inscribed their love,....... Not only the Prince but also the readers are travelling through the time with joys and sorrows of life. The book watched them at their side. The inscriptions keep the reader's life forever. |
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I have long been trying to write a caption for this inscription but cannot get an adquete one. Finally I decided to open a mail from Jennifer in which she told me how she love "The Little Prince" and how she depended on "The Little Prince" to recover her life. I blieve you will be touched by her life story and will renew your thinking of the book higher. Here I thank Jennifer to allow me to open her privacy to public. RenardBleu |
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I was born November 10, 1948, in Denver, Colorado. My mother had me out of wedlock and because of the shame she felt, she asked my Grandmother to raise me. My Grandmother did the best she could, but did not have the energy or the health to keep me. We were a poor family that all lived together in a house with three rooms, the kitchen, the living room, and one bedroom. At the age of 14 I was taken by the Department of Social Services to a Foster Home. There I went to school but because of my errors in judgment as a young lady, and because I had so much anger at the world I did not study, or do well in school. I drooped out of school in the 9th grade. I was eventually sent to an orphanage for troubled children, there I remained until I was 18 years of age. My life took many turns and there were many roads I walked but none so important as the one that lead me to Mr. Charles N. Crary. This mad in his eighty's took to me as if I was his own. Still an angry and confused woman, I did not realize what I had until I lost him. Only after a few years in my life he passed away, but through our time together he encouraged me to grow and had me read the story of The Little Prince. As time passed I became to realize how important it was for me to know that it was not the time you spent with your "rose," but how you cared for it. I also became aware for the first time what "home" felt like. Upon his death I faced many more obstacles in life, but at the age of 46 I returned to school, received my Bachelors and at the age of 50 I received my Masters Degree. Today I work for the Federal Government and love my job. I have been blessed with some Wisdom although I try very hard not to brag about it. I understand better today more of life than I ever have, but most importantly I understand my time with my "rose." I hope someday all those who feel that life has not been fair would come to realize that Life has nothing to do with Fairness. Life is what we choose to make it but first we must hold our self's accountable for all of our actions, be they good or bad. We must also learn that what we do today is what will count the most for Tomorrow is Promised to non one. When my tail is told I would rather everyone think more of Charles Nelson Crary than of me, for it is he that in his life as in his death continues to watch over me and protect me, even when I don't deserve it. Thank you for the honor of sharing a short story of my own with you and why "The Little Prince" means so much to me. Jennifer K. Stanley
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