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I was fifteen months old，a happy kid until the day Ifell. It was a bad fall. I landed on a glass rabbit which cut my eye badlyenough to make it blind. Trying to save the eye，the doctors stitched theeyeball together where it was cut，leaving a big ugly scar in the middle ofmy eye. The attempt failed，but my mother，in all of her wisdom，found anotherdoctor who knew that if the eye were removed entirely，my face would grow upbadly distorted，so my scarred，sightless，cloudy and gray eye lived on withme. As I grew，this sightless eye in so many ways affected me.I walked with my face looking at thefloor so that people would not see the ugly me. Yet my mother would say to me，atevery turn，“Hold your head up high and face the world. If you hold your head uphigh，it will be OK，and people will see your beautiful soul.” She continued thismessage whenever I was trying to hide.Mama’s words were of great help forme to face the world bravely. As a teenager，even though I tended to look downto hide my shame，I found that sometime when I held my head up high and letpeople know me，they liked me. In high school，I was successful bothacademically  and socially. I was evenelected class president. My mother’s words helped me begin to realize that byletting people look at my face，I let them recognize the intelligence and beautybehind both eyes，even if they couldn’t see it on the surface.Now I’m a happy wife and great mother. The message“Hold your head up high” has been heard many times in my sweet home. Each of mychildren has felt its invitation, and the gift my mother gave me has lived onin another generation.