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Three Cups of Tea: Young Readers Edition: One Man's Journey to Change the World... One Child at a Time

This book is a young readers' version of the memoir that chronicles the author's personal journey to establish schools in underprivileged areas of Pakistan and Afghanistan. It focuses on the transformative power of education and the author's mission to improve the lives of children in these regions. more

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Greg Mortenson
Greg Mortenson

Greg Mortenson is a humanitarian known for his work on educational and medical projects in Pakistan and Afghanistan. He has gained widespread recognition for his efforts in these regions, particularly for his book 'Three Cups of Tea', which details his experiences and achievements. more

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“Distances and days existed in themselves then; they all had a story. They were not barriers. If a person wanted to get to the moon, there is a way; it all depended on whether you knew the directions, on whether you knew the story of how others before you had gone. He had believed in the stories for a long time, until the teachers at Indian school taught him not to believe in that kind of "nonsense". But they had been wrong.”

“In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.”

“The interval between the decay of the old and the formation and establishment of the new constitutes a period of transition which must always necessarily be one of uncertainty, confusion, error, and wild and fierce fanaticism.”

“It seemed a place where heroes could fitly feast after victory, where weary harvesters could line up in scores along the table and keep their Harvest Home with mirth and song, or where two or three friends of simple tastes could sit about as they pleased and eat and smoke and talk in comfort and contentment.”