Letter from the Publisher

One day early in June as I entered my home, my wife met me at the door and told me my \"Nanny\" had passed away. Nanny was the elderly African-American lady who raised me from the moment of my birth until well past my high school days. Nanny was my coach for life. It is an unfortunate part of the human experience that we cannot recall the things that happened to us when we were infants and small children. It seems that the earliest memories most of us have begin when we are about 6 years old. What a shame it is that we cannot remember these times when psychologists tell us the most important part of the shaping of our minds and souls is taking place. The greatest teachers we will ever have are those people, who guide our lives at the time we are learning to talk, walk and feed ourselves along with the hundreds of other things we take for granted. I wish I could remember my earliest