Who was your most influential teacher? Why? For me, it’s a handful. Ms. Hendin, my third-grade homeroom teacher—she was the first to call me smart in a way that stuck, and I believed her. That shifted everything. My parents, who drilled humility and hard work into me, roots I still lean on. Coach T., who showed me life can be brutal, chasing it even more so—but the real prize isn’t always the win, it’s the fight. My ex-wife, who opened me up to love’s depths, then taught me how to lose it and keep breathing anyway. And Jesus—He’s the thread weaving all these lessons together, plus a heap more I’ve yet to grasp. I’m still the student, always will be, with plenty left to learn.
Lessons Carved in Chalk and Time
3 responses to “Lessons Carved in Chalk and Time”
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I read about an experiment in which they told a classroom full of remedial students that there’d been a mistake ~ that they actually weren’t the stupidest kids, but the smartest. Within a year they’d made up the delayed lessons, and outstripped their counterparts in regular classes. 👌
BB Grey--musings 
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