Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher named Patricia Nelson. She had thick dark hair and eyes, a bright smile that produced dimples on her cheeks and sparkles in her eyes. She was slender and seemed confident just by the way she carried herse… more »
I realize now that Ms. Nelson didn't just love her students. It wasn't simply her care and attention that made her memorable to us. She seemed to have an ability to challenge us that made us do things we didn't know we could do. I loved every afterno… more »
I stepped outside the church on a Monday afternoon after getting some papers signed for my kids to go to church camp. We were under the awning, waiting for the rain to let up so we could run to the car. A woman was standing there; she had attended a f… more »
I got the call as I was walking into the karate dojo for an early afternoon lesson with our youngest son. It was my middle son’s first grade school teacher. She wasn’t happy. I could hear the frustration in her tone and she made no attempt to hide it. I… more »
Maybe you've heard some of these before.
"This guy is whack!"
"She's never going to change."
"If she won't work, she shouldn't eat."
"You just can't help people like that."
But you can.
This morning I read this...
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