Imagine, if you will, 90 St Paul Catholic High School students getting up at 4:30 in the morning, packing their cars, and rushing off to meet at a convent and hop on a bus no later than 6:00 AM! Why on earth would they do such a thing?
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“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“No, I mean, are you really sure you want to do this?”
“Yes,” I replied again, starting to smile.
“Thank you!” She said with a slight downward glance and yet with a smile. And with that she reached out and took the envelope from my hand, and together we walked out of my house.
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Filling the Tank at Christmas.
Motoring down the road, windows open, radio blaring, Steve smiled as he wound through the beautiful countryside. All was bliss until the car sputtered, jerked, and then stalled. In disbelief, he peered down at the gas gauge… it read “Below E.”
He was stuck, in the middle of nowhere. He glanced at his cellphone. No signal. It would take a miracle for him to get out of this mess.
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Beaming with gratitude and hope.
Those words aptly describe the face of my student after I had granted him an extension on his assignments. He hadn’t asked for one, but I knew that he was struggling with issues outside the class that were impacting his performance in class. I knew he had the ability to do the work. I knew he had the desire to get it done, but he lacked the time, and concern was etched on his face.
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“Fix it Daddy!”
My, then, 5 year-old daughter came running up to me, with tears running down her chubby little cheeks. In her trembling, stubby fingers were the remnants of a clay cup she had made and painted for me in her kindergarten “art class.”
No matter how hard I tried to calm her, to tell her it would be ok, she cried all the harder. I sat down at the kitchen table, put down some newspaper, and laid the shards and chunks out before me. With some superglue, a brush, and a magnifying glass, I spent several hours poring over the pieces trying to restore the little clay cup.
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He walked up to me and said, “I want what you’ve got!”
At that moment, I was sitting at a table at Dunkin’ Donuts, hovering over a steaming cup of regular coffee, trying to solve a dilemma I had been presented. When a friend of mine broke me out of my thoughts, wanting what I had. If only he knew.
“OK,” I replied, looking up slowly at him as I spoke. “How do you take it?” His face screwed itself into a visible question mark, and in a perplexed tone, he asked, “What?”
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