At first, there was the dream. It was the Headmaster‘s dream, and it was so alive in Him, and he in it, that you could say the dream itself was the Headmaster. Everything at Jeshurun grew from that dream, and nothing existed outside of it. The dream gave life to the school, and this life was a fire that gave light and warmth to all its students. That fire continued to burn and was too strong for the cold wind to blow out. Finally, when it was time, the dream itself came to life and lived with us.

My name is John, and these are not just my words, but ones the White Parakeet chirped in my ear. I have no idea what year it is for you or how Jeshurun has changed by the time you read this. But, whoever you are, and whatever Jeshurun is like now, please believe me that I have an amazing story of good news for you. It’s about my friend, Jes, who came and then left in a really extraordinary way.

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