Romance/Love: July 24, 2019 Issue [#9668] |
This week: The Love of a Teacher Edited by: THANKFUL SONALI Library Class! More Newsletters By This Editor
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There is love in different relationships. Parental love. Family love. The love in friendship. The love in a romantic relationship. One of the most impact-full types of love is the love of a teacher for his or her students. And yet, somehow,this relationship is rarely explored in its 'loving' aspect.
I present two brief, real-life stories of the love that teachers shower on their students. |
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Dear Reader,
My Dad, age eight-four, is a senior model in TV commercials. At a recent shoot, he was sharing the hotel room with a fifty-five year old model, who told him he was glad to have had to travel there, because his old teacher lived in that city.
"My teacher is in her eighties, too," the man told Dad. "She taught me when I was in school." He went on to explain. His father had died when he and his sister were both quite young. "My mother could do some basic tailoring work to earn enough to feed us, clothe us, house us and give us a basic education. But she told us that for our higher education, we would have to earn scholarships."
To reach the stage where they could apply for a scholarship, however, the kids would have to pay fees for a couple of terms. And their mother couldn't afford the fees for both of them. "My teachers pooled in some money out of their meager salaries, to pay my fees till I could get that scholarship," the man told Dad, his eyes brimming. "At the first break we get from the set, I'm dashing off to meet my teacher!"
The man did meet his old teacher. The hectic filming schedule, distance and traffic meant that the had to drive forty minutes (each way) for a fifteen-minute meeting with her, but he felt simply blessed to meet her again.
Giving their own money to fulfill a student's ambitions ... if that's not love, what is?
The other anecdote I'm going to relate to you was told to me a couple of years ago, by a seventy-five year old lady. There was an innovative-teaching contest, and she and I had been invited to judge the presentations by the competing teachers.
During our tea break, we got talking, and she told me of a fourth-grader who was suddenly getting into trouble every day for nicking (stealing) food from his classmates' lunch-boxes. "He was a good boy, I didn't understand why he was suddenly taking other kids' food," she said.
Instead of scolding or blaming the boy, she spoke to him and got the story. His mother was in hospital, his father went on work in an early shift ... there was nobody to give him food and he was hungry.
Now, the teacher lived, at that time, in a house provided by the school, adjoining the school grounds. She told the boy that she would leave a box of food for him on her dining table, and he could go across during lunch-break, where her husband, who was home at lunch-time, would answer the door for him, and eat the food.
From that day on, the boy stopped getting into trouble. Till his mother returned from hospital, he ate at the teacher's house, while enjoying a conversation with her husband.
The teacher's eyes were shining as she concluded her tale. "He is grown up now and has a good job in a big multi-national company," she beamed. "He came to visit, with his appointment letter, to tell me that it was because I had faith in him as a lad that he got this far."
Two teachers, two boys, and the love they shared ...
Thanks for listening!
PS: To read about WDC members and their relationship with their teachers, visit "My Teacher, For Me" -- and please add your own story!
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Thank you for the responses to: "I Don't Want to Play Anymore"
Incurable Romantic
Sonali, You're right about Diana and Charles - she should have said "I don't want to play anymore". If she had, she might still be alive.
But I respectfully disagree on your main point: romance is not a game, and should never be treated as one. Doing so plays with peoples' lives. I married my high school sweetheart when we were 19. We had only 11 1/2 years as a married couple before she died at 30. My life has never been the same. If we had treated those years as a game, we would never have become nearly as close as we did, and I would have missed out on the best years of my life.
Wow!! Thanks so much for sharing that! I'm a bit at a loss to know how to respond to something so personal. Thank you for the insight, and I'm glad you had a beautiful relationship, though it ended far too soon.
Quick-Quill
Thank you for this NL. It was an interesting read. I feel there are consequences to that attitude. The mindset today is "We'll play until we get tired of the game." tI hurts me to watch famous people do this. I can see there are situations where the actions of one make living together impossible. It doesn't mean you quit the game and pick a new partner. You forfeit the game entirely.
Thank you, that's a beautiful way of putting it.
Monty
Win, lose or win, win or lose, lose is sure covering a lot of subjects in most love poetry.
Yes -- intriguing, that six words can expand into so much verse!
Kalai
It is always a pleasure for me to read the newsletter. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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