Who Is Woman
St. Mattthew 7:17 KJV
"Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit."
Throughout time, the role of woman in life is secondary only in the ways of man. The molding of lives and the giving of life are made to be her primary goals.
Within her realm, she has called upon an ally. She has joined man in the everlasting purpose of survival. With man, she has made life and the universe complete. This completeness being based on her willingness to carry out her purpose.
In life, her calling is to do for and with others. The doing is her lot, but the knowing of the choice is her salvation.
Woman is the foundation of life. She is never alone, but her aloneness is all that gives her peace.
Written July 29, 1974
Summer school attendance, which helped me make up for an ‘F’ grade I received in tenth grade. The male teacher stated to me, “Not everyone thinks that way.”, as he gave me back my paper. He gave me a ‘B’ on the paper and a ‘B’ grade overall for the English make-up class. I was pulling straight 'A's before this paper, and all assignments afterwards were graded as 'B's. I never missed any days of summer school.
Update: I remember my narcissistic sister became involved with the slight given to me by my English summer school teacher. I remember him approaching me and asking, “You have a brother who is a peace officer?” and I replied, “A brother-in-law.” After that, the whole class would not have anything to do with me. I remember back then and piecing everything together as of now. I looked through some miscellaneous paperwork last week after I posted ‘Who Is Woman’, and I found my report card from tenth grade, found my report card from eleventh grade, and also, to my surprise, found my summer school report card, which must have been switched by my narcissistic sister without my realizing it back then. Apparently, I received an ‘A’ grade and missed two days of summer school. Also, apparently, this teacher misspelled my last name, which was corrected with a different shade of blue ink. My last name was still illegible. Making it impossible to find my makeup grade before I graduated from high school in 1975 from a different high school. I remember taking my diploma from my counsellor’s desk drawer because I knew I had made up the failing English grade. This counsellor said she was not giving me my diploma until I made up the failed English grade. The proof of all those years ago I placed within my purloined diploma.