Before I closed the classroom door today, I glanced at my phone and checked my email messages. As I walked to the car with my red Osprey school bag over my right shoulder, I checked my home account…nothing important; I checked my school account…okay, need to call that parent when I get home; I checked my school Gmail account…yup, need to start thinking about my slice; then I check my personal Gmail account…a giggle and a smile appeared on my face and I pressed accept.
Love this man. As I drove home, I started to think back 25 years.
And I remembered the day I saw him. His long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, his goatee surrounding his sweet smile, an Australian outback hat propped on his head, sunglasses covering his beautiful blue eyes, flannel shirt layered over the Jacksonville green t-shirt with only the front of both shirts tucked into his worn khaki shorts, and wool socks which were protected by his duck taped Nike boots. He had a look that spoke of noncompliance, but his eyes showed he really did care about others. And he did and still does.