Calendar Books by Allen James - Daily Reading

Another beautiful day beginning. My hopes are, regardless what part of the world you're in or what time of the day it is at the moment this post is read, your day is or has been the same.  I took a few days off of writing over the weekend as I went to my sister's house in IL or the July 4th holiday.  It was much needed time away and much more needed time with family; although I had 2-5 year old great nieces and nephews crawling all over me from the time I walked in till the time I left.  (Being a good uncle is a special relationship.  Having no children of my own makes them this much more special).  

Our reading for July 7th is "Remember who your teachers were, send one a note years later".

Morrow, Monroe, Lynch, Siebert, Lowrey, Luther, Thorpe, Kiebler, Hazelwood, Bondurant, Hayes, Buzzard,Walker, Adams, Johnston, Lecke.... on and on I could go with the listing of my teachers while going through my formal education. These individuals were significant in my life during one of, if not the, most important times of my life; not only teaching me "school" lessons, but as well much about life lessons revolving relationships and social interaction.

Having become a school teacher myself and found the joy and feeling of satisfaction which one receives when past students express the appreciation for the role you played in their lives years prior, I can only encourage you to do the same when the opportunity arises.

Four years ago some of my childhood "classmates" and I visited our forth grade teacher, Mrs. Lowrey, in the nursing home where she lived, now 91 years of age. She was so touched by our visit. I'll never forget it. Although it's doubtful she recalled much from those 30 years ago...when I said to her, "Mrs. Lowrey, I remember you had us write an essay about what we thought life would be like in the year 2001" (It was 1971). It was so sweet the way she looked at me and retorted, "Jimmy, did you turn yours in?" (Maybe she didn't recall, but unknowingly she still had my number).

The people who walk through the revolving door of our lives are numerous; while some have little effect on our worlds as they share the same time and place, others have such an impact on us in positive ways it is a travesty we never acknowledge them personally. Certainly it's not expected from those who were our teachers, which is even more of a reason to do so.

Remember who your teachers were, send one a note years later...or take the time to visit with them... I bet you'll receive more from it than they.

Keep looking up.  : )  AJ