Eulie:
Tender my kindest compliments to your heart of hearts for the great service that you provided to us over the years at CWE. I have been here since 1987. We have been through some rough times and you have helped us in facing them gracefully. I have probably called you for help from distant shores of least four continents: India, China, Russia, Estonia, Slovenia, Italia, to name just a few. You have always been patient, resourceful, and helpful. I don't know what we will do without you.
Have a great retirement and hope you to see you from time to time.
I thought the following poem by the Nobel Prize winning Indian poet, Rabindranath Tagore, may exemplify the service that you provided us :
" Thou have made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again and fillest it ever withf resh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.”
In: Gitanjali, by Rabindranath Tagore, poem # 1 (Macmillan Publishing Company, 1913)
Subhash Basak