Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.

I felt alive when I read a script and acted out a scene, or sang a song. It was my dream. I&#39;m just very lucky that I&#39;m still doing it and able to earn a living from it.

If she has a good, strong, reliable father image, which is hard to find these days, that will be her image of men, probably for the rest of her life. She&#39;ll look for a husband who embodies those qualities.

Written By Robert Johnson

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