i am on FIRE.
Just wanted to share something that happened about a week ago.
Many kids ask me (the school librarian) to assist them in finding "something awesome" to read.
M. is one such little 5th grader.
She has been my little school library several times, asking for help finding books to read.
After refusing every suggestion i give her, eventually she picks out her own book, and skips out the door.
She's just like any other peppy 10 year old, and yet she is one of the students at the school with a moderately severe vision problem. That's tough.
A couple days after a real hardship entered my life, i was on my way back to my library during a lunch break.
Sitting on the knee-high ledge outside my library, M. was perched with a sandwich.
Cheerily, she stopped me and asked me how i was doing. With my librarian smile instantly hoisted up on my face i replied the obligatory "fine!".
"Do you mean it?", she asked.
Caught off guard, my smile faltered for a second. Had i heard her right?
"Do you mean am i really 'fine'?"
"Yes." she replied matter-of-factly.
This forced a surprise bit of introsepction.
The little dark cloud that had been following me around the last few days, drenching my days, lifted for that brief moment.
She was my angel that day.