Monday, June 20, 2005

A salute to a teacher...

Every hero doesn't wear medals. Read this wonderful tribute at

Here are some samples...

“Mr. Cross’ discipline style was an art,” Elsa says. “Some teachers will accept a student sleeping in the back of the class. The fact that he would throw a Kleenex box—it was a sign of respect. You might not have had the respect and self-discipline to allow yourself to be taught, but Mr. Cross demanded that you respect yourself.”

“That Kleenex box represented what he saw in you,” she says. “Literally and metaphorically, it woke you up. "

“People wanted to bring me down, but he saw in me what others wanted to tear out of me, and he validated it.”

Wish I could have reactions like this, but I seldom know the people I've helped.

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