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Every problem arrives bearing a gift in its hands.

 

What problems have you encountered that have provided you with some of your greatest gifts?

“Maurice”

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I love this!

“I was once told that prayer is where I speak to God and meditation is where I listen to Him. . . and since I have two ears and one mouth I should therefore listen twice as much as I speak…!”

“Maurice”

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Stepping Stones (con’t)

Little did I know (and for that matter, no one else) that the act of teaching was a learning experience and in my case it simply re-enforced what I had just recently learned. My knowledge of the subject matter was already solid but in order for me to pass on that knowledge I had to figure out simpler ways for my friends to learn.

I came up with little learning tricks. I used mnemonics because in those days we had to memorize a lot of things, so I would make up things like little songs with rimes and rhythms. For math, it was pattern recognition and transpositions.  I can explain this to you now because I have been a grade school teacher for over 20 years, but back then, I just simply called them tricks.

I had to do this in order to save time while on the phone. You see, our telephone was wall mounted and I had to climb on top of my mom’s washer in order to reach the phone and use my textbook and/or workbook at the same time. Plus, I couldn’t stand still for a very long time anyway.

My mind was constantly racing, continually multitasking and planning ahead. There just wasn’t enough time in a day for me to do all the things that were expected of me: like chores and responsibilities and homework and playing games and sports, etc. But more importantly I had to find the time to do the one thing that I loved the most. Reading.

Reading storybooks was my refuge. It was my escape and it was the only way that I had to stop the wheels from turning inside my head. Books were so well organized and they helped me organize my mind so I could better understand the world around me. They opened up the door for my imagination to run wild and free. It was freedom for me and I loved this kind of freedom.

Every possible opportunity I had I would read. I would read on the bus, in the car, under the bed sheets with a pocket light, in the closet, under the porch or in the back of my dad’s garage. My appetite for reading was ravenous.

Then the unthinkable happened.  I ran out of books to read from our school’s very small library.

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Maurice

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I am a teacher. I have been teaching since I was nine years old. When I was seven, in the first grade, my first ever report card read 100%, A+. My mom was proud. I was doomed. For the rest of my life, this was the standard set for me to improve on. This was the first stepping stone in my life journey. Nothing would be the same from that point on. This is what defined me.

In the second grade I got a 98%. For most people…that would have been a good grade…for me, I got comments like: “You did better last year…what did you get wrong?…you didn’t apply yourself…were you feeling sick that day?” For an eight year old, that was a lot of pressure. My mom and my teachers decided to get my eyes tested. This followed with new glasses, the thick black rimmed ones, you know…the ones geeks wear. I would now have to be seated in the very front row so I could see better.

In grade three, my first term report card was back on track…100%. I was now back to being popular. I had friends now. Friends that needed me to succeed. We had a telephone back then, the black ones on a party line. Before, we would maybe get one phone call a week. Now, I was getting three or four calls a night from my friends needing help with their homework. My mom was starting to get annoyed being my secretary. This is where I knew I had become a teacher. I couldn’t refuse to help anyone in need of my help. I just couldn’t understand why anyone had trouble doing this stuff. I was so easy for me. So I taught them how to do math, reading and writing over the phone. Sometimes it took me two hours of explaining. I was also helping my brothers and sisters with their homework. Teaching something that I took for granted as being easy and then having to explain it to someone else was not easy.

Not at first. But then again, I was only nine years old.

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Maurice

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Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up.

Author unknown, submitted by”Maurice”

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The best things in life . . . are not things!

“Maurice”

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The richest person in the world is not the one who has the most…it’s the one who needs the least!

 

“Maurice”

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