Other stories, like this one, make me cry from two sides…
If you found that you stopped growing beyond a certain age… please cry with me… It may flush away the blockage, and allow you to catch up. Then, maybe, cry for Mrs. Thompson… I cried for me, and I cried for her. Because I had my “favorite and best teachers” of my own. And I have dropped the ball on some of my students…
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.