“Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life” ~Betty Smith A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The morning of this shoot I had the scare of my life. Headed from the gym and on my way to work a truck pulled out in front of me and the only way to avoid an accident was to swerve into the next lane. Unfortunately, at 50 mph, it’s hard to maintain control. For what seemed like eternity, but I’m sure was a matter of minutes, I was all over the road. It was in this chaos that I mumbled the words, “Dear God”. Shortly after, I decided the “best case scenario” was to drive into the ditch of a median. It was in this moment that I was flooded with emotions. While the actual scenario shook me to my core I found myself the most hurt from the fact that the other driver, or any other driver for that matter, didn’t even bother to check on me. Humanity disappointed me.
While I wanted to drive home and crawl back in the bed, I knew I had to get to work because I had a parent teacher conference and 24 little people that were expecting me to be there. To say I was emotionally combustible was an understatement. I cried my whole 25 minute commute and said a quick prayer for strength before entering the school building. In true kid fashion my scholars managed to fill my spirit throughout the day. One student got extremely upset because he couldn’t get on the computer because there was a line. Another student came to me and said, “Ms. T, I’m going to give up my turn on the computer to ‘him’ because he’s really upset and I think it’ll make him feel better.” The day continued on and my anger gradually turned to gratitude. I am at a point in my life where I am surrounded by incredible people (big and little) that support me, that love me, and that encourage my dreams. As if that wasn’t enough, right before taking my students I found a note from a scholar that said, “This school is a big community that helps kids. This school is the best at helping kids.” FLOORED! No truer words have ever been said. What I hope that young lady, and all the other scholars that grace those hallways, will one day realize is that she (they) were a part of that community and affected us (the adults) as much as we affected them!
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