。 He took one of my books，the thickest one，in his hands and upon opening it exclaimed； “Now； the words are so tiny and there are millions of them。 How can you possibly finish reading it？”
生活的啟示（2）
I explained to him the importance of learning to read well and to make the best out of the lessons that he was learning at school； and that teachers like me； were specially sent to teach special children like him so that someday they could read great books like the one he was holding。 He left my room。
When the other pupils learned that Sanggat always volunteered to sweep my room； they wanted to do the same and soon it became an almost daily ritual which ended up with my buying more brooms to maximize participation。 And Sanggat would never fail to show them my books； each time adding a little mentary of his own about them in the Iban language。
I did not realize the impact my words had on him until the day I slipped into the river and broke my neck。 I was to be paralyzed from my shoulders downward for the rest of my life。
I was carried into a speedboat and transported back to civilization。 As I lay motionless and exhausted； I noticed that the whole school had gathered by the riverside to bid me farewell。 A gaze at their faces told me that I was going to miss them。 Then； as the engine of the speedboat started to roar； there was a little motion by the river。
I could see Sanggat making his way to the boat。 With tear…filled eyes he approached and in between sobs he asked； “Sir； are you ing back？ Perhaps not？”
Then after a short pause he said； “Sir； if you cannot e back； I’ll see you in the university； ya？”
My heart was profoundly touched and as the boat moved away； I realized an important lesson of my own： Teachers must never f