Punishment.

Vivid memories of pain inflicted by a teacher.

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When I was nine years old at an orphanage in South Africa, my class teacher was a man, around 30 years of age. He was the only public teacher at the school. The other teachers were nuns.

One day, he called me out from my desk, accusing me of talking about him to other students. He did not say what I had said. My voice was gone with fear…

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Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.

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Freda Savahl

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Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.

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