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WWII veteran refuses to close the book on his life



What a lesson! When I think how we so quickly give up our dreams and how we take for granted what appears to be so small to our eyes as reading…
This is a truly remarkable short video found on http://davidkanigan.com/2013/12/09/get-in-there-and-learn-baby-now/
Take a second to be truly inspired 🙂

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Published on Nov 8, 2013
As part of our continuing series “On the Road,” Steve Hartman meets 90-year-old Ed Bray, who served in World War II and has two Purple Hearts, but who could never read what they were for. After 89 years of covering up his illiteracy, Ed is starting a new chapter.
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The violin of an apprentice-With French original text-7.1.1990 Adjusted on the 16.4.2013


you restore flavor... ©copyright2013owpp

you restore flavor…
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The violin of an apprentice
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Abrade his throes
Lighten his eyes
Fortify his mettle.
– – – – – –
You had the attribute
To have cradled
Many of my evenings,
Sleepless nights and
Vanishing slumber

Where I rummaged
Finding myself
Through the written.
Recovering the pieces

Of your appeasing
Countenance…You were
My defender the guardian
Of my dwelling…You

Restored flavor to the
Prosaic day, proffered
A rainbow counter to
Setbacks, clarified
Tarnished horizons…
– – – – – – –
Vibrate in his soul the
Delicate tremolo of an
Apprentice’s violin.

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Le violon d’un apprenti
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Pulvérise ses affres
Eclaircis ses yeux
Fortifie sa vaillance
– – – – – –
Tu as eu l’apanage
De bercer tant de
Mes soirées, nuits
Blanches au sommeil
Fuyant, oĂą je

Fouillais me retrouvant
A travers l’écrit,
Récupérant les Morceaux
De ton expression

Appaisante. Tu Ă©tais
Mon défenseur, le gardien
De ma demeure, tu as
Restauré la saveur au

Jour prosaĂŻque,
Offert un arc-en-ciel
A l’encontre de
Déboires, clarifié les
Horizons ternies…
– – – – – –
Fais vibrer son âme
Du délicat tremolo du
Violon de l’apprenti.