*This Letter Is Not Connected To The Story, "The Hand"*
I first want to take the time to say "Thank You" to ALL teachers. To me, teachers are emblems of heart, love, compassion, sincerity, dedication, etc. Teachers are people who inspire their students to be the best they can be. They are willing to go the extra mile inside and outside the classroom. Teachers find various ways to connect with their students so they can understand them better and help make learning easy and fun.
Teachers care about their craft and have passion for it. I believe they are one of the most important people in our society (now and before now), they have an enormous responsibility...preparing their students to discover and understand what they can do with their lives. They help children learn and grow, they protect children and will go to extreme measures to make sure these children are safe, they love children and want to see all of them succeed.
Teachers are absolutely WONDERFUL and I feel honored to know so many wonderful teachers in my life, and I am proud and grateful to have been raised by a wonderful mother who was a teacher for 38 years. So take the time to hug a teacher or to let them know that you appreciate them and all that they do...because I believe they are one of the most important and influential people on this planet.
I want to share a very inspirational story about the impact a teacher has on a little body. It has touched my heart and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
One day a school teacher asked her class of first graders to draw a picture of something they were thankful for. She thought of how little these children were and how they would draw wonderful pictures of their family, animals, the trees, etc. The teacher was taken aback when she received the picture Douglas handed in...a simple childishly drawn hand.
But whose hand? The class was captivated by the abstract image. "I think it must be the hand of God that brings us food," said one child. "A farmer," said another. Finally when the others were busy working, the teacher bent over Douglas's desk and asked whose hand it was. "It's your hand, Teacher," he mumbled. She was deeply touched and it almost brought tears to her eyes. She recalled that frequently at recess she had taken Douglas, a scrubby forlorn child by the hand. She did this with most of the children, but she had taken Douglas by the hand on a daily basis. And that small act of kindness, reassurance, and safety meant so much to Douglas. So perhaps this was a learning project for all the students, it was a chance, in whatever small way, to give and to be thankful to others. To help show each student that small and special moments are all around them and to show the teacher that she is on the right track....giving children hope and love.