The other day I came across a six-inch by eight-inch board. Glued to it and coated over with varnish is a painting of a ship foundering in high seas. I remembered that it had been given to me by a third grade girl in Veracruz, Mexico. Because of the love with which it was offered by that little dark-eyed child, I have kept it and treasured it for more than 50 years. I was given lots of things during my tenure as an educator both in Mexico and in the States.