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      I just cried for 15 minutes while watching this video called Make A Difference and it talks about how this teacher meets with the most difficult, antisocial and uninteresting student. How she would take pleasure in failing him in his exams and how she left his records to the last to be reviewed.

      But to her suprise, his records were opposite to what she believed him to be. He was described as "bright, friendly, intelligent". That was SO different from the sullen and withdrawn child she saw everyday at school. As she read further, his former teachers wrote about other things.

      "His mother is fighting a terminal disease, it must be hard for him to cope."

      "His mother's death has impacted him. His father hardly notices him although he tries to please him the best he can. If this goes on, he's going to be affected. Someone must do something."

      By then, the teacher was in tears. And so was I.

      How many times have I gone through a day without reaching out to care for a child in school? How many times would I rather pretend to be busy than to hear another junior babble away about a new toy or a new TV show?

      I'm guilty as charged. I can do better and reach out and make a difference. Yes, I may be busy at school, but God can add to me more strength, capacity and a willingness to love everyone, especially those who seem so alone and unloved for.

      I remember today, I scolded someone for not doing work properly. He DID do something wrong. I forgot to listen to him explain. I didn't give him a chance. I reacted like a parent. I pushed him aside after I had chewed up his sense of pride, achievement and respect for himself. I thought it would do him good. But to see him all alone sitting at his table... I knew something wasn't right.

      But I did nothing. Instead, I ignored him until school ended...even when I well knew I should have just gone over and gave him a hug and tell him, "Let's try again, shall we?"

      And guess what? At the end of the school day, there he was...sitting there at my table with bright eyes looking at me. He looked at me and smiled. And to hear a 15 year old tell me this...

      "I love you, Ms. Catherine."

      Was the best thing a student could ever get a teacher.

      Not good grades, not a medal in sports or a degree.

      Love will do just fine, it will do.