The call
I feel closest to God when I teach. I see him in the innocence and bliss within the sparkles of their eyes. I look into these eyes. I want to help, I want to train them to see the world, I want to see what they see. Solace in those sparkles. I know that when I’m in the classroom I am doing God’s work and that makes me feel like a shiny penny, like I’ve been shot up with perspective, like a golden ticket holder. You know that inevitable pep in your step when you buy a new pair of shoes and flounce around, wearing them for the first time? The way you walk…you hold yourself high; dignified, important, special, significant. People around you point out how special your shoes are…compliment you even…Look at you go in your new shoes. God has made teaching my students feel like I wear a new pair of shoes every day. God has given me the gift of an irreversible Mr. Tommy swag. These new shoes? They walk on sunshine. They walk on water. They light up. The stomp on bullying and discriminati...