In every meaning that was hard to find,
In every bit that you so eloquently read,
In every thought you placed in my mind
I found which paths to forgo or gently tread.
In every battle you fought for me,
As I lost time, and time again
In every tear you cried for me,
When victory finally called my name.
There never will be another quite like you,
Who I can call by another name of pride,
Someone who completed me in every which way
It will always be you, my teacher, my guide
It takes a special kind of teacher to trust a 6 year old child ( with Selective Mutism as child psychologists call it now ) with the discipline of a 2nd Grade class when she steps out, knowing full well the child has never opened her mouth to say a word since kindergarten and as been through every kind of disciplining process since.
It takes a special kind of human being to teach an impressionable mind the importance of trust and how there may be a little spark hidden in the darkest of corners.
Ms. Fatima Joy – Ma’am since the day I found out the significance of Sept 5th, not a year has gone by that I haven’t thanked you for the kindness you showered on a very frightened little girl.
And even though we never met again after I left Mumbai, I saw your reflection in every teacher who graced my life since, through every grade level in school, through every professor in college and universities.
To all of you – a very humble THANK YOU…