Once upon a time, I was a high school teacher covering both the English and choral world. One year, I had a junior transfer student who got into a small jam.
He was a quiet, polite student~usually sitting on the edges of the English class. As a person who has frequently transferred schools, I felt for him~trying to navigate a new environment.
He asked me to be his advocate when he was in front of the Discipline Committee and I agreed.
He got to stay in school and after graduation, we stayed in infrequent contact.
Until a couple of weeks ago when he emailed me to thank me for that afternoon and to invite me to his West Point graduation. That moment made up for filing my tax returns last week and seeing teaching in the stark b/w reality of numbers.
What an honour.
And the universe continued to smile upon me with a gift of a dime found.