I made it through October, you know that’s saying a lot, and me and my first year class were finally dancing smoothly together. We had established a community of learners and I felt like they were starting to listen to me. Right when things started to become manageable…
He interrupted our Thanksgiving Feast.
I’m sure she saw the terror in my eyes. The office lady handed me a stack of papers and leaned in to whisper, “The guidance counselor will be in here shortly.”
He just stood there. Looking up at me with his big, empty, chocolate eyes. In that moment it was as if the Lord allowed me for a second to peek into his soul. I knew he came with a story. And I knew I was there in that classroom, at that moment, for him.