The Denver Jewish news., 1924-07-24
Resurrection
Rabbi Michael Aaronsohn Tells Ills
Story in Recent Issue Of American
Legion Weekly.

France, october l, Ids! l was tired.
Sleep, rest. slcep-to have these was
enough. So 4 slept in the tomb Of the
hospital for two months.
When | awoke all was darkness. Lit
/ Tie 10y little almost foot hy foot I learn
ed 10 walk In darkness | began in the
hospital, feeling my way from bed to
he'd. Later I vcnturcd on the thorough
fare. At first the rumble cf trucks
would frightcn me as paced along the
sidewalk with an attendant 10y my
side. Six months later walked
through the streets Of Manhattan and
was as one with human waves that
rolled through its avenues of traffic.
But always with faithful compan
ion, for | have not yet learned the
art which hundreds of sightlcss crca-
lures have mastcrcd-that of sclf-lo-
comotion.
The problem Of locomotion having
been solved in an agreeable fashion,
the clcmentals of social and intellectual
media were one by one attempted and
developed to useful degrees Dressing.
eating, shaving, early assumed natural
form To he systematic with every de-
tail became the slogan of my life Then
| learned how to dance and slowly and
| plcasingly l found myself acquiring
grace Of carriage and poisc. ] came
\ ont nF th. t,lllin,f pnrinI .f childhood
and began to walk erect and blithcsomc.
Every arm became an eye for me and
every companion soon learned to re-
gard me as an alert. vigorous creature
ready TO dash through the subway maze
in New York or climb the dizzy stairs
on the slope of Pixies Peak
As for writing. my fingers had been
trained to use the typewriter many
years before. When l first set myself
before the machine in the month of
December, 1918, amazed my compan-
speed and ease with which l was able
10 swing along on the mechanical key
hoard Thus the aTt Of writing was
already achieved. To-day and for years
i have been writing ont thousands OF
words for personal and commercial cor
rcspondencc, hundreds of papers for es-
says, sermons, thesis, mcdiiations and
lectures. My typewriter has been and
still is my constant joy and ever faith
fnl friend. | bcstow as much care
ON it as l would upon IA child.
Most difficult of all end, therefore,
highly satisfactory with its accom-
plishment was the plunge into Braille
tthe code Of raised dots). The search
for dots became n drcary game. One
by one those deceptive pin-heads were
! captured. They began to form letters,
then words, thcp phrases, then SEN
tcnccs 10, one great day these dots
hristled with meaning and thoughts.
real, genuine. stimulating thoughts,
sprung mp under the magic touch of
my cnvisioncd fingers. Perhaps the day
may come When shall he able TO read
with as much clerity as my little broth
! cr age nine. Though at present | am
decidedly pleased with my power to
mravcA ''dntty" messages with the cul-
iivatcd cuticle.
Nevertheless, much Of my reading is
done by others. through the eyes and
I tongues Of others. The volume of re
fQuircd reading is so vast, at times |
find 1t necessary TO employ three read
! ers day. | read everything and any
thing. Everything except the daily
newspapers The newspaper with its
huoyant style and perpetual optimism
! fascinates me. Yet fear to luXurlatc
in the immcnsity of scandal, advertise
mcnts and bloated vanIties The press
has been my best friend. 1t has checred
me. sustained me. and, above every
thing else. II has been my iodcstar-
pointing to the fulfllment Of n mis-
zion which may have been allotted to
some mortal ! want that star to he
ms perfect in its mission 20 instruct
and guide GtherS-aS perfect as hui
man power ana will can attain.
Life for me is II series of animated
pictures. Reels of movement have been
flashed across the screen. There has
been much action in the form of travel
and public demonstrations. Scores of
smililt" beings have chccred me ON the
way Many benutifu lyuiccs have sung
me OIL to achievement My vitnlized
pictures abide with me see forms
of soldiers, and nurses. ] hear the
voices Of teachers and friends. | feel
the arms of patient comrades who havo
led me onward TO joy and glory | am
still n child made mature through re.
Election and sympathy, But | am still
a child cager TO taste Of the sorrows
Of life ns well us of its joys ! am
still boy almost straining for new