The most important day I remember is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. It was 3 March 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
And it's not hard to imagine the incessant media scrutiny America's TV Sweetheart and the Sexiest Man Alive would've had to endure: Witness Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt.
Famous atheists mocked them and then capitulated themselves to the mysteries of the spirit world: like Annie Besant, a social reformer who ended up as a credulous theosophist.
At age 90, George H.W. Bush parachuted out of an aircraft and landed on the grounds of St. Anne's by the Sea in Kennebunkport, Maine, the church where his mom was married and where he worshipped often.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
I'm going to forget some names, so please forgive me, but I want to thank Po Ling and Shannon and Emily and Angel and Connie and Becky and Rachel and Nikki and Anne.