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The Boy Who Gave Me Hope
The boy who gave me hope He came to class most days looking like he’d just crawled out bed. I understood. My mornings began at 4:30 am. A seven am. school start time was early! I’d begin class, and he’d put his head down and sleep. My heart sank. A little voice told me to teach to the other thirty that listened. Still there he was not caring at all. I reached out to him. Nothing. I explained that there was make-up work to complete. Nothing. As the quarter continued his incompletes accumulated.
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Wisdom Wednesday: Hope
Welcome to my Wisdom Wednesday posts. HOPE Once you choose hope, anything is possible. Christopher Reeve Arielle and I watched Freedom Writers. What an amazing story! Hope is the candle within all of us. For some, life’s darkness distinguishes the flame. That’s when it’s up to the rest of us to notice and not walk away or accept it but have the courage to offer hope. Just as one candle can be lit from another and another never detracting from the first but creating great light–so must we offer a flame of hope to those who exist in the dark. Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words…
