As a child, I suffered from chronic tonsillitis. I remember getting a penicillin shot almost every other week. This was back in the early sixties in Iran where disposable needles weren’t available yet. I remember climbing the stairs to the top floor of the pharmacy where a man in a white coat would take out a giant metal injector and place it in a steel container with boiling water to sterilize it. He would then approach me, who was being restrained by a mother or a father and probably screaming my head off. Next thing I remember I am walking up the stairs of my house rubbing my sore behind. When I think of this memory, I also think of books. Books were my incentive for enduring these painful experiences. Every time I had to get a shot, my mother would buy me a book! By age five when I finally had my tonsils removed, I had amassed quite a library. In second grade when I came down with a severe case of...
"Regard man as a mine, rich in gems of inestimable value. Education can, alone, cause it to reveal its treasures." -Bahá'u'lláh