This week several kids decided to make my life difficult in a way I would prefer not to detail.
It left me feeling worthless and run over even when I felt it was not true.
I went to school the next day and did my best, really not feeling that I could do anything - or that I even did anything worth doing.
This is not a school where gifts are frequent. In fact, in the previous 6 years, I may have gotten five small presents, mostly homemade, at Christmas.
Friday, one student came by to give me a thank you note for teaching her and two others gave me bath oil. They were thanked - and I will write notes - but they will never know how valuable those gifts were to me and how perfect the timing was.
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