February 12, 2008
Jane Goodall

“Through the years, I have encountered people and been involved in events that have had huge impacts, knocked off rough corners, lifted me to the heights of joy, plunged me into the depth of sorrow and anguish, taught me to laugh, especially at myself—in other words, my life experiences and the people with whom I shared them have been my teachers.
“At times, I have felt like a helpless bit of flotsam, at one moment stranded in a placid backwater that knew not, cared not, that I was there, then swept out to be hurled about in an unfeeling sea. At other times, I felt I was being sucked under by strong, unknowing currents toward annihilation. Yet somehow, looking back through my life, with its downs and its ups, its despairs and its joys, I believe that I was following some overall plan—though to be sure there were many times when I strayed from the course. Yet I was never truly lost. It seems to me now that the flotsam speck was being gently nudged or fiercely blown along a very specific route by an unseen, intangible wind. The flotsam speck that was—that is—me.
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“The genes that were handed down to me by my parents were created long, long ago. And my inherited traits were molded by the people and the events surrounding my early years.
[…]
“My mother, Vanne, now aged ninety-four, has always loved to tell stories about my early fascination with animals and concern for their welfare. One of her favorites is of the time when, around the age of eighteen months, I collected a whole handful of earthworms from the London garden and took them to bed with me.
“‘Jane,’ she said, staring at the wriggling collection, ‘if you keep them here they’ll die. They need the earth.’
“So I hurriedly collected up all the worms and toddled back with them into the garden.
“Soon after this, we went to stay with some friends who had a house near a wild rocky beach in Cornwall. When we went down to the sea, I was enthralled by the tide pools and their teeming life. No one realized that the seashells I carried back to the house in my bucket were all alive. When Vanne came up to my room, she found little bright yellow sea snails crawling everywhere—the bedroom floor, up the walls, behind the wardrobe. When she explained that the snails would die when taken from the sea, I became hysterical. The entire household, she says, had instantly to drop what it was doing and help me collect the snails so that they could be rushed back to the sea.”
—Jane Goodall (The Jane Goodall Institute)













