To: Elamiras
I’m deeply sorry about the passing of your mother and father. It is natural for these losses to affect us greatly. Both of my parents and both of my husband’s parents have passed. I still miss them. Of course, the older we become, the more family and friends we have, the more we will miss them when they pass away.
We have a new grandchild on the way, and I so much want to call my mom and tell her. This will be the first grandchild to be born after my mother’s passing. But, I cannot dwell on that. I must look to the future and enjoy the newest addition with an open heart. I want to see my son hold his first child.
I do become depressed, often. But, I’ve discovered it’s usually when I haven’t had rest and the pain has been overwhelming.
There will never come a time when I do not miss the family and friends who have passed away.
But, there’ll never be a time when I don’t remember their love and kindness.
***Teaching is a special calling. You’ve helped hundreds of students and their families, even if you don’t know specific ways you helped. I’m a high school English and math teacher. Sometimes, I felt that I was a complete failure in regards to certain students, but over the years I have found out that they were listening after all.
My last name is difficult to pronounce, but if I meet someone who says my name correctly, then I know that I taught that student. And they do seem to show up most unexpectedly. I recently ran into a grocery store to grab some flowers for a friend, and a young man called out my name .(I looked to see if I had on a name tag
) He wanted to talk, so I listened. He said that he was about to drop out of high school, that he had written me a note, and I had written back to him. (I honestly don’t remember doing that.) But, he said my message encouraged him to stay and graduate and now he was the assistant manager at this store.
A year before that, I attended a funeral and saw a young man who, shall we say wasn’t the best of students? He smiled and said, “You’ll never guess what I do for a living.” I had no clue. He said that he’s a high school English teacher, because of me. I was astounded!
In America teachers aren’t usually given the same respect as in other countries. But, we are in one of the most difficult career fields! We have the lives of children in our hands everyday, sometimes all day. We do make a difference!
I am convinced you have touched many lives and have had a positive influence on more than you know. You may not see many of them again, but America is powered by the hands that taught the children who are now adults. And they are in careers we would never have guessed.
Part of Fibromyalgia is the concept that stress makes it worse. I agree. And one of the most stressful jobs is teaching. Where else does anyone have 30 children/teenagers staring at them all day long?
Please take care of you. Know how important you are. You will learn to live with Fibro; you will discover what works for you. Baby steps.
Keep in touch. Ask questions. Share, whether it’s good or bad. We don’t mind. We’ve either been where you are, or we are walking the same path right now.
All the Best, to an American Hero!
BHB