What a beautiful post. How many teachers change lives every day, sometimes without knowing? I still remember my favorites.
When I was a child I would spend hours quietly playing by myself. Endlessly entertained by my wild imagination – I would stay up all night long drawing pictures. I was weird and solitary. My best friend was a dog.
School was difficult for intense, introverted kids like me.
It is so easy to become lost..
I don’t remember much from those days.. after all, that was over 40 years ago.
But I remember Mrs. Kelly – my elementary school art teacher.
Mrs. Kelly would sit next to me and quietly marvel over the drawings I made. Afterwards, she would put them in the glass display case in the hall outside her class – for all the world to see.
Now, volunteering to teach art to a group of inner city kids – I find myself drawn to the introverts. The quiet kids sitting alone.. trying to disappear into the…
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