The first time I thought I might be a writer was in fifth grade
The new girl in school
I burst into tears during a math lesson
Numbers – I don’t get them, they’re dumb and stupid
But the teacher,
I wrote her a story
And slipped it to her in class one day and said, “Don’t tell anyone.”
I was afraid people would laugh at me
Because words – I get them, they feed me.
That blessed woman gave me hope
She returned the story with encouraging cursive words on my whimsical story
Kindness like bowl a slightly warmed vanilla ice cream with salted caramel served with a non-sticky spoon, that’s what it was like to my new girl heart.
Then I started giving stories to her regularly
Her praise fed my creativity, affirmed the longing in my heart to be a scribe of sorts.
Oh Mrs. Schindel, I love you, if you only knew how you made me feel like a writer.
Is there someone who has inspired you? I could go on and on about this word!
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This blog post was initiated by Five minute Friday, so cool!
I love to hear how much this teacher encouraged you and help you grow into the writer you are today.
Amy, that dear teacher probably never knew how she spoke into my life!
You never forget an influential teacher!
That’s so true! I have so many fond memories of teachers!