I was five years old and my sister was four when
we would regularly go to school together as Kinder Graders. We both had just been weaned from having our
milk in formula bottles to having them in glasses. Mama and Papa had both warned us to finish
our drinks and proof of that would be to go home with not a drop of milk in our
tumblers. However, there was this day
when neither my younger sister nor I could finish our milk and we were not even
halfway our milk tumblers. I did not know what to do, but I found myself in
front of our Teacher Assistant (TA). I extended
my hand to her offering my tumbler of milk then I started crying quietly. My sister cried with me quietly and extended
also her tumbler to the TA. For a second I thought there was a puzzled look on
our dear TA’s face, then she smiled and hugged both of us. And…to our great delight, our sweet TA took
the tumblers with both of her hands and drank our milk until she left our
tumblers empty.
This is a
classic story that would tell of how good I was …of how good children are at getting
what they want! However, this story also takes me back to the tumblers of milk
that were drank to pacify the little truant that I was, my sister and who knows
how many others! Would I dare note that
our TA was a great teacher? Would I dare note, that she has gone beyond the blackboard? or the tumbler?
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Wow! A heart-warming story! That's compassion.
ReplyDelete-Clint
This is a simple yet meaningful stories of how we value our parents' advice. I'm sure we all have similar stories, both good and bad.
ReplyDelete- JP