A Teacher Who Made a
Difference in My Life
My high school French teacher is someone who made a difference
in my life, not as much for her imparting knowledge of the French language –
and she was a good teacher, but for being there for me. She filled a need I did
not find elsewhere. She probably did not know how important she was to me. It
does not matter that she did not know it. What is important is that she made
herself available and I am thankful. I still remember her riding with me – me
on my bicycle and her on her motorcycle – on our city streets, spending
afternoons with me, inviting me over to dinners, and taking me to a movie. She had
filled my emotional needs and given me strength, probably more than she, or
even I, ever fully knew.
The amazing thing is she is still here for me after all
these years. Circumstances took us away from our country and apart from each
other, and we even lost touch for a large portion of our lives. She did not see
my children grow up and I did not see hers become adults. But it was as though
we were with each other all along. Our love and affection for each other did
not fade when we finally got connected again.
My emotional need was sustained by her kindness and her love
for her students in general and for me in particular. She still provides me with
support, love, excitement, and fun. I cannot emphasize enough that she is the teacher who makes a difference in my life.
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