A Country Boy's Dream Comes True

I was in the Peace Corps in Micronesia from 1986-1987. My students were so poor that most didn't have shoes one pair of pants and two shirts for a year. Fighting and struggling to keep their own culture in the changing world of western values and money.</P><P>I felt like they were like American Indian who if they could have read written and spoken English. They would have never been defeated. My job was like a crusade. My students would learn to write and read and speak English and think the reasons. And nobody would ever use or abuse them as the American Indian. Because with all defeats set backs I WOULD NOT BE BEATEN Or GIVE UP. Because the purpose was higher than me.</P>