Sharing a lovely story: In the midst of the doomsday, the media circus, the lies and the deception, comes the occasional reminder of why we keep fighting. Last June, early in the days of the picket lines, a young man came to our members and handed over $100 in cash, and said have yourselves a fun barbeque, foods on me. Of course we thanked him, but we couldnt let him go without asking him why he felt he needed to support us like this. His answer was that he was severely dyslexic, and were it not for his teachers he would not have a successful small business of his own today. He wanted to somehow pay it forward (he didnt attend school in our district; he simply wanted to thank teachers everywhere). This story brought smiles to the picket lines last June. But today, as the strike is getting older and pickets are becoming part of the local landscape, he came up and handed over $80. We certainly expressed appreciation again, but we put up something of a protest, along the lines of youve already been so generous, we welcome your support but you really dont have to do this again. His reply was straight out of some Hollywood feelgood classic: My teachers never gave up on me. Im never going to give up on teachers.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 15:57:38 +0000