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 background. I sit next to them. I draw with them. I speak quietly with them – and I marvel over the drawings they make.
If you are a teacher and think you do not make a difference – you are wrong.
You make all the difference in the world.
The time you give to your students can literally change the course of their lives. Your kindness and encouragement will echo inside them, and will continue to touch the lives of others forever.
Your reach is further than you can imagine.
Thank you, Mrs. Kelly… wherever you are.
I never got the chance to tell you that I love you.