Unless you have had the experience of sitting in a village in
war-ravaged Guatemala, or a humble, box-like room in the wretched South
African township of Alexandra, or in a dust-covered hovel on a Native
American reservation, or in the tin shacks that house the thousands who
live desperate lives in East Kingston Jamaica, or in an overcrowded,
below-poverty-level dwelling in a Ghetto in New York, Chicago, or
Detroit, among people whose lives are dominated by their bitter
struggle for existence and some bit of dignity, unless you've seen from
these places the looks on the faces of small children as they watched
Sesame Street or the Muppets, you'll never really understand what Jim
and his colleagues have done for millions of children all over the
world, children who have never smiled, nor dared to dream, had it not
been for
Jim Henson. I come from those places; I know these faces.
Through them I came to fully appreciate Jim.
