THE ANSWER: That was quite simple.  My mother had naturally sought work as a house servant and was also quite skilled in the care of children, as that was her calling in life from the first time that she cared for my brother, James.  She had a most unusual circumstance occur with a prominent family of Greek decent who were also highly educated in the Greek intellectual traditions.  The head of this household was one of three brothers who had had a father that had been one of the more noted scholars studying and teaching at the great library that had once stood in Alexandria.  Apparently their father was still quite young when the library was destroyed by those horrid Romans, but like many of the other scholars of his day and circumstance, they had most fortunately managed to save many of the volumes that could have easily perished with the library’s useless and surely unwarranted destruction.  The scholars in order to avoid detection had scattered to all parts of Egypt and even beyond, and at the same time many of them had deliberately remained in contact with their colleagues when it became safe to do so.  In any event, my mother would take me and sometimes my brother, James to work with her and in time, this more than generous family had become quite attached to me in particular as I seemed a natural for academics and scholarly pursuits, that good family’s inherited avocation and passion.  I was soon taught Greek and by the age of six or seven could begin reading some of their precious books that Demosthenes, the name by whom this man was known, had received as his inherited portion of his father’s cherished library.  There was another boy in this family that was a little over a year older than me and the two of us were often both treated quite equally in these learning pursuits.  I even began to share some of his clothing as he outgrew them, and this sharing soon gave the appearance to others that I was actually part of this noble family.  This most fortunate and ongoing exposure to so much knowledge continued even after my mother had ceased being their house servant.  And even later as I was spending a greater deal of time with my own father in his trade, I would devote all my extra time learning all that I could from this privileged vantage point.  These three brothers would often exchange their books so that each of them would have the benefit of their father’s entire collection; they were all very generous men and were in the habit of sharing whatever they had between themselves and because of my own intellectual abilities, I benefited as though I was part of this very cherished and generous family.  And there were still these other scholars beside the three brothers that would equally share what little they had acquired.  I was most fortunate to have had such an unusual exposure to other ideas and philosophies outside my own limited heritage, and I was particularly taken with so much of what the Greeks themselves had contributed to this amazing body of knowledge that I would have not otherwise even have encountered except for these unexpected and wonderful circumstances; certainly not in my own homeland of Judea.  Of course, my own modest acquisition of knowledge in those early times doesn’t even begin to compare with all that Lamah has been so fortunate to have encountered.  This marvelous age of mankind in which so much more has been experienced with an even a greater expansion of man’s knowledge of his universe is totally amazing to my ancient thinking.  Nevertheless, these early years that I experienced in the land of Egypt no doubt provided the very foundations upon which I had based so much of my own outlook on life.  My education was also the basis for my harsh objections to what I was to later experience in my homeland of Judea which gave me cause for raising so many objections aimed at the narrow thinking and practices of my own Hebrew people.  Perhaps I shouldn’t make use of the word, “people,” as I directed most of my vocal objections more specifically towards the autocracy of the Hebrew religious establishment that so harshly and overwhelmingly ruled and dominated the minds and souls of my Hebrew heritage and its people.  I probably wouldn’t have known any difference had I not had this most enlightening experience and education in the land of Egypt, and I would have more than likely just been a carpenter like that of my own good father.  And of even more significance, the world would have more likely been a better place had it not had me as that theological rationalization for so much human carnage and hate.  Revisiting all of this at this time is a bit disheartening considering what I have only now learned were many of the actual results of my having once lived on this earth.  I don’t guess there is any way to go back and do it all over again.  I think the next time around, were that even at all possible, I would just as likely leave well enough alone and keep my mouth shut.  What a total waste it all appears to have been. And most assuredly the present company excepted as well as many others that have so left the oppressive and harsh confines of the Judao-Christian culture of Western mankind.