A little girl in my class was in a car wreck.
Her dad's car hydroplaned and rolled twice.
The car is totaled.
Amazingly enough, everyone in the car walked away with nothing but bumps and bruises.
Her dad asked me to keep a close watch on her and to have her talk to the counselor if needed.
I left our counselor a message and she said she would be in meetings all day tomorrow and Monday, but she could talk to her on Tuesday.
I didn't/don't feel like that's soon enough.
So, I keep "checking in" with her... asking her if she is okay... if there is anything I can do.
Today, as she got ready to leave, I asked her again.
"Here at school, I'm fine. It's when I know I have to get into a car that I get scared."
Without hesitation, I told her I understood... that my mom was killed in a car wreck and that it was hard for me to get into a car after it happened. Her eyes widened and shock came across her face.
I then quickly hugged her, smiled, and said, "That's why I'm so glad that you walked away from your car wreck okay with only some bumps and bruises."
Thinking back... that probably was too much information for this scared little girl. But I was speaking from the heart. I wanted her to know that I really did care... and really did understand her fears.
With the last student out of the room, I turned to close my door. Suddenly, I had a little blond head at my waist. Arms wrapped around me. "I'm sorry." I heard muffled from the little face pressed against me.
I pulled her back... another little girl from my class.
"I'm sorry about your Momma."
and with a quick hug she was gone as quickly as she came.
And that my friends, is why I give my all to what I do.
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