This autobiography tells the story of a little girl, born in 1939, and how things were before WWII, during the war, and after the war. It is a story of survival, courage, and dignity; forever learning and fitting into new countries, cultures, languages, religions, and foods; all the way to the current time in her seventies. It’s always amazing to her when she thinks of all the different individuals who crossed her paths from east to west, from north to south; people coming to her aid in the most desperate times. It was a French Canadian woman in New Hampshire who helped her with the birth of her first child, and she spoke very little English and no French. It was a Jewish family who saw to it that she had enough to eat. A man from Puerto Rico and his wife gave her a roof over her head. A Lebanese woman gave her a job in New York. A Mexican family gave her employment in Texas. Earleen, a black woman, told her about Jesus; she was a neighbor and her friend. A Polish woman from Canada presented her with her first Bible. Many Italian women took her into their hearts and homes. And here she is, in the South, surrounded by the most caring and loving people, trying to learn a new language and culture. She is okay with the culture, but that language is a bit of a problem. It’s very difficult for her to master that Southern twang. She wonders and ponders why it is that people get along so well, and not the leaders of different countries. Amazing!