There isn’t Anyone SOLSC 28

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When I started this Slice of Life Story Challenge, I said to myself (and I know I’ve mentioned this once or twice before) that I was going to keep things light and not dwell on the difficulties of life as a teacher, husband, father, or friend.  There have been a few times where I’ve had to move toward the dark side, but I’ve done pretty well at meeting that early goal.

As of this moment, it’s about 3:30 in the afternoon.  My students have left, I’ve graded the few papers that needed my attention, and I’m looking forward to a retirement event that I’m going to this evening.  I won’t be back until late.

I don’t have a lot of time to write today.  This is it.

Knowing this was going to be the case, I’ve had my eye out for the subject of today’s slice.  The beginning of the day came and went…no story.  Lunch? Uneventful, for the most part; certainly nothing to write about. The afternoon was routine (okay, except for a PLC meeting which was interesting, but a short slice on morphology is escaping me).  The students made it out the door without incident.  That’s certainly noteworthy, but not fodder for my writing.

Honestly, though, today was one of those days where it was not easy to keep from the dark side of slice writing.  Spring fever is in the air, and my students haven’t bounced back from the slump of the nine-day break we just had.  The students who struggle were struggling mightily, and I don’t just mean with academics.  Today was hard.  A light, happy slice is beyond me today.

One of my heroes was Fred Rogers, aka Mr. Rogers.  I’ve got very few memories of his television program, but have the same feeling about him that so many others do (he’s a whole bunch of slices, isn’t he?).  In a book I read about him (sorry, the name escapes me), it is reported that he kept a quote by Mary Kownacki written on a card in his wallet.  If it was good enough for Mr. Rogers, it’s good enough for me, so I’ve got it hanging on my bulletin board near my desk.

“There isn’t anyone you couldn’t love once you’ve heard their story.”

My eyes fell on that index card during my earlier despair over my lack of a story idea.  There it was.  There was my slice.

If you’re a teacher or just a friend, you might need those words today.

I did.

I’m sharing them with you, neighbor, because they mean so much to me.  May your day be a good one.

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