It's been about 3 weeks back at school full swing, and, in traditional style, things have been crazy. As things go from wild to absolutely insane, it is sometimes hard to catch your breath, or simply to appreciate that what you are doing might be worthwhile to someone. I think all teachers feel like this, and perhaps everyone does.
Today, after a strangely more crazy day than usual, I return to my desk after my last class. This class had gone pretty well, in my estimation, but nonetheless the day had sucked most other life from me. As I make my way to my desk, I notice a bunch of flowers sitting on my chair. A dozen pink roses to be exact. No note, no body there to take credit for them being there, just a dozen beautiful pink roses. I couldn't help but smile.
One could have done the trick, but a dozen does look better in my vase at home. :-)
I don't know who gave them and I don't know why. Perhaps that is best. Regardless, that little something made my taxing day a little less taxing. That person not only gave me flowers, but a smile and a really great feeling. Thank you.
I only hope that I can return the favor often to as many people as I know. It's not grandeour. It's the little things that make life endurable.
Thank God for little things.
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