Sunday, July 28, 2013

Grown up student.

I was in my home town, eating at the local fast food joint with my Mother, when a young man sat down next to me.  I didn't recognize him, but he did me.  He had just moved back with his family and was enthusiastic about having his children now in the same schools he attended.

This thoughtful man took the time to stop and tell me that I was his 3rd grade teacher (some 30 years ago). We had a nice visit, catching up a little with each other.  Then he sweetly told me I looked just the same. I guess when you are nine years old, grown-ups look plenty old already. It was lovely, just the same, and it brightened my day.

Often those sweet children grow up to be kind, caring adults.