“Teachers affect eternity, nobody knows where their influence ends.” Touching post by Cassandra that highlights just how much we owe our good teachers, our unsung heroes.
When I was my Ella’s age, my mother began her trek as a single mom. She worked hard, my grandparents worked hard, we all worked hard…and with the money from our family’s town-wide paper route, and the efforts from all of what extra time she had, she studied herself as far as she could go through community college classes.
When I was my Gracie’s age, my mom made the hard decision to uproot her little family to a town two hours away from our home where I started a new high school, my brother started Junior High, and she started life as a college student with two kids. Over the next four years, we lived in cinderblock campus housing and she studied and she studied.
When I was my Colton’s age, my grandparents and my brother and I all put on our Sunday best and we went to the big stadium…
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