tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post2464775839507202285..comments2024-02-21T14:12:55.866-06:00Comments on coming home to myself: The Box Sprung OpenDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-59584449931696856302013-05-28T15:30:37.745-05:002013-05-28T15:30:37.745-05:00I have a lump in my throat. I just got finished ta...I have a lump in my throat. I just got finished talking with someone about celebrating each child, and how those who have no one to celebrate them should be getting it from us at school.<br /><br />Bravo, Dee, bravo!Shellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930262815304757150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-44973010322278085562012-02-11T20:50:58.318-06:002012-02-11T20:50:58.318-06:00I googled "coming home to myself c student&qu...I googled "coming home to myself c student" and am so glad I found the posts you told me about. :)<br /><br />This story is very real, sweet and touching. When I read this part “Yes. Everyone gets a birthday this year,” I nearly cried because I know how much it probably meant to those kids. <br /><br />What an inspiration you are!Crazy Life of a Writing Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16064939499412649850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-55143121309372712812011-08-14T21:09:08.352-05:002011-08-14T21:09:08.352-05:00Dee, I want to just copy what Deb said. You are a...Dee, I want to just copy what Deb said. You are a truly gifted teacher, and those kids were so fortunate to have you as a light in their lives. You are the kind of teacher we all could learn much from, and I wish I had been lucky enough to know you then.<br />Instead, I am cherishing your stories, and slipping them inside my heart to pull out on days when I feel discouraged, or unappreciated. <br />Thank you for your genuine, unselfish example.Sandihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15923693784234135636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-91951549188118630262011-08-14T11:38:29.503-05:002011-08-14T11:38:29.503-05:00You have that gift for knowing what's the most...You have that gift for knowing what's the most important. And in reaching out to those kids in a way that met needs no one had ever cared about before, you gave them tools and hope and joy they would never have known otherwise. I sure wish I could have seen you teach.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-81138810457711253132011-08-13T23:35:27.942-05:002011-08-13T23:35:27.942-05:00Among the many truths that underlie and filter thr...Among the many truths that underlie and filter through your work is the intrinsic value within each of us. We are the "stuff" of the universe raised to consciousness.<br /><br />Many children – many adults – live a narrative that diminishes them and their potential role in the world. Such narratives can be imposed from without and from within. Sadly, many people never break free of these destructive narratives; instead we come to believe those narratives are us, and we act accordingly.<br /><br />Thankfully, there are people like you who offer a counter narrative for those willing or able to internalize it, and a richer life awaits the few who are able to redefine themselves.Waynenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-83845008568517295992011-08-13T12:36:32.122-05:002011-08-13T12:36:32.122-05:00Well, Dee, it's clear you didn't need to b...Well, Dee, it's clear you didn't need to become a Nun to become a Saint. To those young boys, you must surely have seemed saintly! Another heartwarming and touching tale of unselfish kindness, genuine caring and great generosity of spirit.Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-41903476771259842132011-08-13T11:10:25.213-05:002011-08-13T11:10:25.213-05:00Dee this post touched me. When I worked for Saturn...Dee this post touched me. When I worked for Saturn every month we had a community project we did. In Dec the project was that we split into teams and put a bike together piece by piece. Of course we thought it was a team building project but when we were all done they brought in ten kids that had never owned a bike. The looks on those children's faces, the hugs and the thanks we received and the stories they told broke my heart. One little guy was worried about taking his home. You see he had no window panes in his home. Just paper to cover them up and he was afraid someone would steal it even if he kept it in his room. I cried then realizing how much my children had even though compared to many they don't have much. My heart broke as he hugged me and told me what a nice lady I was and gave me a special rock he had made. That was 7 years ago. i still have that rock.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-65255421274329286692011-08-13T10:51:20.920-05:002011-08-13T10:51:20.920-05:00True! True!
And when someone does something speci...True! True!<br />And when someone does something special (which doesn't even feel special to the person doing it because they take it for granted) for someone who hasn't known that "ordinary" thing...they never, ever forget it. Even that memory can opens doors of hope and possibility years down the road.<br />There's nothing like touching another soul. Or, believe me, being the one touched by that kindness. :)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.com