As a teacher, I loved my students like family and I was protective of them. Did I struggle with some students? Of course. What I didn't do was give up on them. I learned more about the family and learned more about the student to better appreciate their learning styles and personalities.
So, I had a boy who was very sweet but struggled with academics and even stuggled with friendships. He fell into some friendships that were a bit troublesome, too. I helped him to the best of my ability and nurtured him as best I could.
The holidays came around and the gifts came rolling in from my students. I received ornaments and candles and treats and all kinds of things. Some more desirable than others. That year, I got a really strange book from the grandmother of this boy. I opened it, thanked her and quizzically put it aside. It was called One Child and on the cover was a somewhat disheveled and sad looking child sitting on a chair. I couldn't understand why this grandmother would give me such a thing that looked so depressing at Christmas time. The description was even more heartwrenching. The book looked used. Literally, it may have come off of her shelf. A gift is a gift, I thought. It isn't how much it is or where it came from. It's the thought behind it. This one baffled me though.
So, I decided to give it to my father-in-law for Christmas (I know, regifter) Bad? Well, you'll see why in this case it is. My father-in-law opened the book and found this in the front cover:
What can I say? I misjudged the intentions of his Grandmother. Never thought there would have been true thought behind it. Talk about changing my Christmas. That was the most embarrassing yet BEST gift I got that Christmas.
Moral:
DON'T judge a book by the cover. It may be lifechanging.
Oh, and the book was REALLY good and inspiring. Apparently, like me?
1 comment:
What a great story to share! I am always impressed with your honesty and integrity... You are an amazing woman!
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