The Fruit of Hard Work

The Fruit of Hard Work

In a few short months, I am looking at two years of retirement. It might surprise you for me to tell you how, just recently, I entertained the thought of what it was like to work full time. I let the memories of lesson plans, evaluations, testing and day to day...
The Hands of God

The Hands of God

In the dark of night, a cry pierces the stillness. A mother awakens and walks the well worn path to her child’s bedroom. The mother’s gentle touch is all it takes to soothe the crying child. A husband lovingly holds the hand of his wife and rubs his thumb...

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