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.
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It's nice to be recognized for something good that you've done...
Awwww... That's so wonderful,Jo. You must not have changed much for him to have recognized you. You were also someone special for him to want to remember you. That is terrific.
Wow. Thirty years. That is my whole life. :) It is so nice to run into old students!
Yes, Lisa, it was my third year of teaching. I didn't even know what I was doing yet.
What a nice day-brightener, had me smiling from ear to ear over here. It does make you feel good when past students seek you out and make you remember them.
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