VOSHN 350

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="328"><tr><td class="etesti">328</td><td class="edate">Late August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">14 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>An ugly face.  The cross that God gave me it.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img821.jpg"><div class="large"><p>This ugly face is a cross that God has given me My mother was so considerate that she didn't put a mirror beside my bed.  She thought that I might try to see my face in a mirror.  So she took care of my feelings and removed it.</p><br><p>When it rained, she closed the storm sash.  One rainy day I got out of bed and sat down and turned to the side.  My face was reflected in the glass door.  I really had a great shock.</p><br><p>I'm Catholic, so I considered deeply with the spirit of my faith.  "This ugly face is my trial by God  This is the cross God has given me.  I have to put up with it and live."</p></div></td></tr></table></body>