My fifth grade teacher, Ms. Davis, was an exceptionally kind person who cared deeply for all of her students. I remember one morning in particular when I walked into school late one day due to a morning appointment. I saw Ms. Davis rushing down the hall in my direction. “Hi, Ms. Davis!”, I greeted her. She looked up at me, slowed down, gave me a quick hug and said, “Hi, sweetie!” She then continued rushing down the hall. What I found out later in the day (when she was conspicuous by her absence) was that she had been rushing down the hall that morning because she had just found out her son had been in a terrible car accident and she was rushing to the hospital. She ran down the hall with that terrible knowledge but still took the time to give that shy fifth grader a smile and a hug. I will never forget her. This is dedicated to all of my friends and family members whose noble vocation in life is to be a teacher. You may not know it, but even the smallest things you do can change lives for the better.
Dear Young Teacher Down the Hall,
I saw you as you rushed past me in the lunch room. Urgent. In a hurry to catch a bite before the final bell would ring calling all the students back inside. I noticed that your eyes showed tension. There were faint creases in your forehead. And I asked you how your day was going and you sighed.
“Oh, fine,” you replied.
But I knew it was anything but fine. I noticed that the stress was getting to you. I could tell that the pressure was rising. And I looked at you and made an intentional decision to stop you right then and there. To ask you how things were really going. Was it that I saw in you a glimpse of myself that made me take the moment?
You told me how busy you were, how much there was to do…
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