답변을 얻은 뒤 반드시 감사의 덧글을 남기고, 좋은 답변은 채택해 주시는 센스...
질문할 때 예의를 지키시기 바랍니다.(빨리... 고수분만..... 이런 식의 요구는 자제 바랍니다.)
질문 내용 : But what I remember most is the special warmth from those hans soaking through my shirt as he would take me by the shoulder and, hunkering down beside my ear, point out the glittering swoop of a blue hawk, or rabbit asleep in its lair.

The number of illiterates in our country has steadily declined, but if there were only one I would be saddened, remembering my father and the pain he endured because his hands never learned to write.

Flexing his fingers and kneading his palms, he would declare that he had had enough and depart fora long, solitary walk.

It had always been hard for him to stand before a man and make an X mark for his name, but the hardest moment of all was when he placed his mark by the name someone else had written for him, and saw another man walk away with the deed to his beloved farm.

when it was over, he stood before the window and slowly turned the pen he still held in his hands - gazing, unseeing, down the mountainside. I went to the springhouse that afternoon and wept for a long while.